My Diary Screaming

My Diary Screaming

A Poem by Amy Beth Storey
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This was inspired by a friend who posted a blog titled "these words are my diary screaming outloud". Thank you darling!

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My heart hurts, my head spins,

And you’re always on my mind.

My feet ache, I can’t breathe

You’re the ghost in my dreams,  come alive

[scream] come alive

 

And when I can’t use my mouth,

This pen is screaming everything I need it to

And when I can’t speak outloud,

These words are my diary screaming to you

 

You make it all so difficult,

Why isn’t life easier?

And when did we take this turn?

Why is it that I can’t feel,

And still I feel everything you’re saying

Like a knife to my wrist?

 

Oh and maybe its just me,

Maybe I’m just not right here

Or maybe, maybe, you should listen

Replay this song again

 

‘Cause when I can’t use my mouth

This pen is screaming everything I need it to

And when I can’t speak outloud

These words are my diary screaming to you

 

Can you hear me?  Can you hear me?

Tell me can you hear me?  Can you hear me?

[scream] Can you hear me?

[with the screaming] Tell me can you hear me?

[scream] Can you hear me?

Tell me can you hear me?

[softens]

 

And when I can’t use my mouth

This pen is screaming everything I need it to

And when I can’t speak outloud

These words are my diary screaming to you

© 2008 Amy Beth Storey


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A song! Woohoo! o= I'd love to hear this, I imagine it's pretty lovely. Anyway, I really liked the line "You're the ghost in my dreams, come alive" So magical. :)

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