I scream at everything
When the sun is down and night is coming
I scream my heart out in silence
Afraid to wake the monsters sleeping
I watch horror and scream
Not because I'm scared
But because I needed to scream
To scream like I'm going to be killed
I scream your name
For you are the disease
That I am chronically afflicted
Pushing me to the limits of my sanity
I scream because I'm hurting
Inside, my heart is breaking
Melting, on the verge of exploding
I scream because I have feelings
I scream because living
Is hard it's depressing
Trying to keep balance in everything
I scream because I'm failing
I'm falling and screaming
But no one is watching
I'm on constant descent downhill
Towards you and you don't notice my despairing
I scream because I'm dying
Sick of trying, of talking
To myself, to everyone making no meaning
That death itself would be a kind of blessing
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