You cannot hear me scream aloud.
Yet silently inside the screams release.
I do not throw things against my wall.
For truly.
It is unbecoming.
I do not kick or scream.
Because it would make a scene.
I do not punch things.
Because I do not need that audience.
I do not drown myself with brown bottles.
It will not help me forget.
I do not tie a rope around my neck.
What good would that do.
It would not take the pain away.
You do not see it now.
But deep down.
Somewhere.
Secretly buried.
I feel.
Immense.
Pain.