Scream
I'm screaming
Screaming so hard my throat is dry and raw
No one hears
I'm drowning in the sound while people swim by
I can't breathe
No oxygen left in these worn lungs
I write
As I put this pen to paper I feel the water release me
I'm free
From anger, mistakes, and frustration
I feel
The happiness grow
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