Noiseless

Sometimes I just want the deafening, can't breathe scream
that shatters the weight on my chest
  leaving me empty.

the one that burns my throat
and provides a bed of tears for my comfort. 

it makes my face red, my head pound, 
and my palms bleed from the nails in my clenched fists.

Sometimes I just need to scream.

instead I allow a small sigh to escape my lips,
slip into bed,
sink into a dream,

and hope for a better tomorrow. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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