The Screams
I scream,
I scream until I discover,
that I haven't a voice to scream,
but you want me to do it by myself,
to remove the blades off my aching heart.
Don't say I'm being the naughty kid,
Don't say I'm being stubborn.
I'm just obeying you,
My old scars bleeding,
blood breaking my vocal chords,
and the pain reached my throat.
So I scream,
but all ears turned deaf except my own.
So I scream.
Copyright © Kaveesha Ruwindi | Year Posted 2019
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