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I want to scream
At the little things
That stop me
From being near
Those that I love
funny how its the 'little things' that everybody relates to, even though it can be interpreted in so many ways to so many people
Dark Dream May 18
Favorite words
Using to feel
Cussing and caring
Kicking up screams
Yelling names
Only those moments
Under the tongue
Raven Feels May 17
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, best me is the best feel the way I own:>


heart so pale

I am senseless with no shame

guess that curse you embraced me with didn't go in vain

feel a deprivation in my feels I pained

rather myself than affections by strangers to my insane

bet that dream you stole haunted me and stained

I want to scream and tear the memory out of that stupid brain

**** the devil will still forever and I can't complain


                                                      ­                              ------ravenfeels
jasmine wild May 7
you turn to me but i'm not there
i'm drowning
i told you but you couldn't listen
the thoughts won't make sense
none are clear
they're surrounding
encompassing and unnerving
if i take one last breath
would you notice the body
folded neatly
lying under the baggage
you placed on my back
i can no longer support myself
but you won't take the load
stuck inside your head
and i'm stuck with you
if i stop speaking
i'll stop breathing
so i'll carry on until my
fingers are shaking too much
from lack of oxygen
or sometimes too much
i can hear my breathing
speeding up faster
ready to take off and
fly away with what's left of
my soul and spirit
that you didn't crush
still going as i recognise
the dizzy daze i'm falling into
waiting to collapse in
on myself for maybe
the last time
for a while at least
we both know it won't happen
because of you
i couldn't however much you
argue and scream and shout
or maybe it's because of her
calming my mind
ok i have to stop now
i told you it would get too much
once again i say
i'm sorry
remember me
or the old me
if you can
it wasn't your fault
pre crippling panic attack
Yuna-Lee May 3
Raise your head
Raise your hand
Raise your voice
Speak it.

Shut your mouth
Close your eyes
Find your fear
Seek it.

Claim the place
Within yourself
Don't feel ashamed
Claim it.

Take your rage
From these past days
Take it.
Feel it.
Scream it!
Wallflower Mar 29
Watching,
thinking,
crying,
slowly dying,
trying to scream but she can't.
They did this to her
or did she?
No, how could she,
but what if...?
No.
No, it doesn't matter
It wouldn't change a thing
the way of looking at the world,
looking at herself...
Trying to understand
what is happening
She needed to know,
she needed to find out,
She needed to understand
What made her act like this monster?
What made her hurt...... herself
Again and again
Addiction
Fear
Lust
Sadness
Anger
JUST SCREAM
She couldn't
She looked for herself
lost herself
and found a monster
Monster sitting deep down at the bottom of the ocean
Making every decision for her
wrapping around her ankles,
her thighs,
her waist,
her arms,
her neck,
her mind,
and finally her heart.
She was trapped.
Swimming for her life
screaming would **** her.
Water in her mouth
She would have drowned.
She couldn't shout so she could swim.
And she said this to herself
over and over again
She didn't know she wasn't swimming
She didn't know she can't swim
she didn't know was already drowning
And screaming for help could have been the only thing
that could have saved her.
Only if she knew....
Well, you can see i had some rough time with myself. And this is just a suggestion... but tell someone if you are hurting. And if they don't listen... scream. Eventually they will have to listen, but please don't drown.
The things I think of as I dream
Sometimes make me want to scream
TyeniWrites Feb 27
I’ve been quiet for too long  
Had a voice but I couldn’t speak
I stumbled when ever I tried to speak
But then poetry came along
To quiet the crowd
So I could be heard
I now have a voice
Hear me scream on this pages
Jason Feb 20
That's it.
That's the whole poem.
Not really much of a poem.
Not really much of a way to live either.
But it's what I got.
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