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I love that its raining
Makes me think the sky is crying for me
That its putting a whole show for the world to see
Showing the world i'm too tired to cry
So its crying and screaming for me
I love that its raining
HURICANE DORIAN
OR HURRICANE MY FEELINGS
Zoe Grace Aug 12
My arm is itching
My eyes are twitching
Your speech is slurring
As you scream at me

Tell me i never listen
Tell me i'm not good enough
Tell me i'm a disgrace
It's nothing new.
I get home and suddenly i have at least two people screaming at me for no good reason. Fun.
I ******* HATE PLANES
I ******* HATE PLANES
EVERY TIME I FLY
IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME

SIXTEEN HOURS
OF INESCAPABLE PAIN
SITTING IN A CABIN
WITH MORE BABIES THAN BRAINS

IF IT'S TOO ANNOYING
THE WINDOW SEAT IS GREAT
I CAN JUMP THE **** OUT
AND ESCAPE MY ****** FATE

HOW IS THIS EDIBLE?!!
IT LOOKS LIKE THE HAIR OF A CHEST
WHAT WOULD BE MORE TASTEFUL
IS THE ******* ARMREST

ITS' COLD, IT'S DRY,
I WANT TO CRY
BUT THEN I'D DISTURB THE PEOPLE NEARBY

BUT AT LAST, IT STOPS
EMERGENCY LANDING
A CORPSE LIES THERE
IN SEAT 32B

IT'S ME!
IT'S ME!
THE CORPSE IS ME
I DIED
LIKE FIVE TIMES
OR AT LEAST DEAD IS WHAT I'D RATHER BE

FLYING IS A CURSE
THAT DRIVES ME INSANE
BECAUSE I ******* HATE PLANES
I ******* HATE PLANES
trans-atlantic flights make me wanna commit die
Crys Jul 21
It began as a silent whisper, this screaming in my brain.
I'm not worthy of love, happiness or a peaceful mind.
They crept in at my most joyous moments, just to permanently revoke that joy.

It began as a silent whisper, this screaming in my brain.
I couldn't escape my conscience, I thought it was always there for me.
The screams pierced my body, sent chills down my spine.

It began as a silent whisper, this screaming in my brain.
They were so vocal, I couldn't hear my own voice
begging them to stop.
I lost control over that which guided me.
I crashed into self-destruction and drowned in tears, fearful I'd never resurface.

It began as a silent whisper, this screaming in my brain.
The screaming that never ends.
-help me
malluraeh Jul 11
in a house were screaming and bullying is
a daily thing
in a house were who speaks the truth gets taped shut
in a house were human mistakes get inhuman punishments,
only time is your only weapon
time will heal and and make it worse at the same time
but someday,
the time bomb
which you created
will explode
and it will take everything with it
everything
Mia Kuhnle Apr 2
When I was 17
I wanted to be just like it.  
A girl of the heedless, of a twisted wind
And lashing overstory.
Bold in choice eyes burning gallant
When I stood not alone
On screaming nights
In crowded habitation

Writing my future’s
Threatening tumult
Apart from regularity
Prerogative, accompanying grail
Withered leaves of change.
Left with nothing more,
But to turn them over.
Inspired by and based off of the works of Larsen Bowker
Elsa Jun 11
I feel as if i'm stuck standing in the middle of everything, like i'm stuck in a glass box watching as everyone walks by. I can see out, but they cant see in. I'm screaming and screaming waiting for help, but no one is listening to my cries. they may see the box but don't approach it. They're afraid of the noise inside, but i'm more afraid of never being freed from inside!!!!
I was battling my depression when i wrote this poem, so sorry if its a bit depressing and all. This was when my depression hit me deep
I’m defeated.
Insomnia wraps its hold on me, making sure I’m aware of just how trapping its grasp is.
This is another continuous replay of how I live in the home in my mind.
I want to evict, run for the hill but like the hideous demons that slave me,
my thoughts are one of them.  
I knew it was wrong.
I wanted to stop, look away, go back.
I wanted to do anything but what I’m doing right now.
I’m not.
I am doing this.
no, I did this.
moments pass feeling more and more like years looped around.
there is a sensory overload, then silence.
however, I open my eyes and all I hear now is screams.
tears drop.
I internally feel the battle repeating.
two tears drop, three tears drop,
the screams cease to stop.
the screams are mine.
I gasp for air in what feels like centuries later hoping what I did, what happed was a dream.
it wasn't.
it was all just too surreal.
how do you heal yourself when the things you need healing from are inside you?..
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