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I want to scream until I finally feel a thing.
But I don’t have any words.
So here I am again.
The only thing I can do is think.

My brain is begging for oxygen.
But I want my lungs to burst.
Will I ever defeat them?
Those demons that make me feel worse.

In my own temper, I can’t cool down.
In my own happiness, I have no limits.
How could anyone put up with me?
Maybe that’s why they all forget me.

And there are all these stupid things I want to scream out!!
But I have no words to make the sentence any sense.
So in quiet I remain.
And for others that don’t know me, I look tense.

But maybe if I wrote it all down, will I then understand?
Will the tears stop falling and will my trust come back?
Maybe my broken pieces ones again will fit.
But for now, you can read all about it.