My house isn’t a home.

My house is a building with four walls.

Filled with people i care for,

Hairs left from the dog, reminding us of his love.

There’s walls of all colours, and carpet floors.

A garden for the dog to explore.

But my house isn’t my home.

My home is somewhere not to far.

Through a field, not to long.

Down a path where leaves grow old.

Past the dark gates, a long twisty road.

My hom...

The words cut deep, sharper then a blade.

“Freak” they shouted while she walked down the halls

Murmurs and whispers

Click and clack

“Stupid ugly tramp” day after day, she couldn’t get away.

You watched your own friend fade away

While isults continued to come her way.

You saw the dried blood going up her wrists.

But a simple “are you okay” was never once asked.

What did you do?

You joined the whisp...

A silent scream.

The deadliest of them all.

You can never hear someone else’s.

You can always hear your own.

Loud.

Demanding.

Forever going.

The silent scream goes on in my head.

It never stops.

And i believe it never will.

A silent scream.

It’s a cry for help,

But no one will ever hear.

It stays in your throat.

It stays in your head.

Neve can you let it go.

A silent scream.

If you never let it ou...