For the ones who look
fine.
For the ones who
aren’t fine.
For the ones who will
never be fine.
For the ones who feel
broken.
For the ones who will
never feel whole.
For the ones who just
need to scream.
When all you can do
in this world
Is throw your hands
to your ears,
Curl up in corner,
And scream.
Scream.
Scream until someone
comes running,
Even though you know
Nobody ever will
Because nobody ever
does.
So scream,
Scream,
Scream with your arms
wrapped
Around the little
sanity that you’ve
Managed to keep
somewhat together.
Scream until your
outside
Is just as shattered
As your inside.
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