I hear your heart scream in pain,
I hear your heart's Silent Scream,
A pain that only love and knives can fix,
Don't you just love that feeling,



As they tell you to cut, hate, and Bleed,
As they say, they will help you,
As they say, they love you,
As they speak all but the truth,
As you beg for there love they promised you,



Just a tip,
They don't love you,
They will never help you,
They will never speak the truth,
They call you weak as you cry,
You're not weak you are human,



They don't hear your Silent Scream,
Your Silent Scream for help,
Your Silent Scream of pain,
But I hear your Silent Scream for help,
Of pain,


I see the Storm in your eyes,
I hear the Silence in your voice'
I feel the Heaviness in your heart,
I care for you,
I will help you,
I love you My Dove.

Where better to find a leaf
than in the forest?
Where better to eat food
than at a table?
Where better to pray
than in a church?
Where better to scream
than by yourself?
Where better to hurt
than inside yourself?

No place better than a hospital
to recover
Where better to die
than in the arms of your lover?

You work hard
To be smart
To be funny
To be love
But what screams itself to me unending
is your pain
It doesn’t stop
IT WONT STOP
and I don’t know if I should tell you
that I rarely watch you now
because every time I really look
the sound of your pain is deafening
I wish my ears would listen better
for the joy that’s hidden in your soul
Until that day I will pray
you will find it your loudest theme

when scenes
pixelate
halt in a cell's
frozen scream
slow-motion rage
cloaks grief

do earth's plates
shift at all
respond to pain
torn out of shape
in savage roar

no

we matter to ourselves
on some days
while he or she
reads the code
to check the tides

oscillate in
crawl space
hidden
in island habitat's
darkened cave

we try to breathe
solitary venture
as days run out
leaving dust
and bones

in silence

as a new
dawn
rises

I  heard the voice of silence
tormenting my soul
with spirits of nothingness
each day switching sentience
into my heart screaming
quiet in the shade of melancholy.
©shadeofalonelygirl

My eyes burn
My hands clench
My skin tears
My chest bursts
My pain screams
My rage grows

It stops

My eyes deaden
My hands release
My skin burning
My chest heavy
My pain hidden
My rage buried