Silent Screaming
In the silent screaming of my room
I lay in my private womb.
As the burning daggers slice my skin,
The silent screaming starts to win.
As the pain starts seeping through my wound,
It seals me in my dusty tomb.
I slit my wrists to stop the pain,
but the silent screaming doesn't wain.
The pain enduring through it all,
I feel myself begin to fall.
As the warmth off my room begins to break
I feel as if plunged into an icy lake.
As i begin to lose feeling,
I feel my fate sealing.
The pain, it goes away for good,
but the silent screaming still endures.
So, what do u all think
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