Silence.

Punching the wall.

It’s silent, right now,

The sound of children laughing echoes from the street.

Into my room,

My quiet room.

The noise of the cars passing by

Is like a white noise machine,

Constant sound

To distract the inner thoughts,

But this silence is

Unnatural.

I can’t take it anymore.

The medications have dulled my thoughts to nothing

And everything.

Everything is getting in.

Getting to me,

I can’t stand it.

Anger wells but I push it down.

Down.

Down.

Deep down inside me.

But it’s forcing its way up

Through my chest

Past my ever pulsating heart,

Which never seems to stop beating

No matter how hard I try.

It’s strangling me.

I want to scream.

Cry out so that everyone knows the pain.

The pain of an empty wall in front of me.

A blank hard slate begging for my punishment.

Uncontrolled, my arm

Pulls back

Fist clenched

And I strike.

One. Two. Three.

It’s all over now.

My hand is throbbing, knuckles swollen

And starting to bruise.

I feel the freezer burn of the air

Washing over my unclenched fist.

A child shrieks at his mother

And the silence

Is over.

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Nice write, full of emotion. Some times things are unbearable even the silence.