Speak

I am screaming on the inside.

My voice raspy and distorted; unheard.

Every third or fourth word cracks and fades,

disappearing into my breath.

My range inconsistent; vocal chords all out of tune.

I am crying my heart out,

pouring words into my head.

They've manifested into more than just pain.

They've become what tortures me,

captive feeling in my brain

My thoughts are bleeding.

My mouth closed, lips pressed, tongue at rest.

Why can't I express all the emotion I'm hoarding?

What am I afraid of?

What is there to lose?

...just my mind.

I am chock full of unspoken; a dissertation of my feelings.

Slowly seeping.

Sporadic episodes; irrational breakdowns; frequent down lows.

The remedy at my fingertips; on the tip of my tongue.

Over and over I tell myself

speak.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"My thoughts are bleeding.

My mouth closed, lips pressed, tongue at rest.

Why can't I express all the emotion I'm hoarding?

What am I afraid of?

What is there to lose?

...just my mind.

I am chock full of unspoken; a dissertation of my feelings.

Slowly seeping.

Sporadic episodes; irrational breakdowns; frequent down lows.

The remedy at my fingertips; on the tip of my tongue."
A good one . Thank you for sharing...:)

[Carolann Dowsett]

Sometimes our words get trapped by all the pain and it becomes almost impossible to put our feelings into words. You portrayed this well here. Nicely written.

[larryb]

Interesting write .....

[Renée]

listening ...