Scream

No.

Just do it, scream for me

Let me hear your voice

Let out your anger

Let out the anguish of life

Let out whatever is making you burn from within

Ever feel so upset that you wanna pull your hair out?

The anger you feel, the upset that you hide, the headache that you get, the bubble of rage inside you let it out, let it take over and then release it. Release it all

The pent up sorrow and dread and frustration within me wants to be free, but the fear of letting it all go stabs my heart and bloodies the waters of my tears. The slapping words that they deliver, the spiteful sayings that they label onto me. It breaks me, burns me makes me want to scream.  Scream to God, scream to the devil, scream to death. They make me want to rage with the hurricanes, to whip and lash and screech with the ramped storms that build up within my chest.

My vocal cords wish to let out the words that taint them with black, they want to yell and cry and scream louder—to be heard for one second... just one second of being heard. They want to be seen, the invisibility that the Devils had shrouded me in hurts and it punishes me with endless anger and I just want to scream. Let me scream, let me be happy for once.

I'm broken, I have no one,  I am a wounded soldier deep within that nothing can heal me. It hurts... God, it hurts. Make me happy, make me release the dam that threatens my life every waking moment. Please give me peace...

Give me release, let my anger be not the first thing they judge me as. Please, stop punishing me. I give up.