The inside of me is ripping apart, and I am screaming. But the screams, they are inaudible. They cannot be heard by any but myself, and it hurts my ears, it breaks the drums of them, so that I cannot hear anything else but the echo of my own silent screams.
The memories, they keep haunting me, and they are frightening, so I scream. I am fearful like a child, so I scream. But the screams come out as a choke or a silent tear, for nobody to see, nobody to notice, but me. I hear my screams at night, I feel the vibrations throughout my body, my throat. I scream louder inside when I strike it across my leg, watching the blood flow down my ankle. I scream louder and louder until I fall, I am fallen, I have fallen. One last scream, and that last scream has finally killed me.