Screams Are My Life Now

IS THIS MY LIFE NOW?!
SILENT SCREAMS?!
BEGS AND PLEAS AND SOBS
IN SILENCE?
I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE
AND IT SCARES THE HELL OUT OF ME.
I'VE LIVED MY WHOLE LIFE
KNOWING EVERYTHING
AND NOW THAT I KNOW TOO MUCH
AND KNOW NOTHING
I WANT TO BE DEAD
SO I DON'T HAVE TO KNOW ANYTHING
KNOWLEDGE ISN'T NEEDED WHEN YOU'RE DEAD
IS IT?
I HOPE NOT
BECAUSE THEN DEATH WOULD BE LIFE
ONLY MORE PAINFUL, IF THAT'S POSSIBLE.
I'm sorry for screaming.
I can't help myself.
It seems to be the only way to be heard nowadays.
You come home and I look fine, but can't you see that
I'M SCREAMING
I'm smiling and giggling and laughing and all but can't you see that
I'M TEARING OUT MY HAIR
No.
No one can see, can they?
I need someone...
But I don't want to burden, never ever.
I know burden.
I hate burden.
I hate stress.
I hate myself.
I hate my life.
But know this: I don't hate you.
Never, ever, would I hate you guys.
But I hate this...
This lie...
I'm hiding behind a mask and I can't see the light
I can't--
See--
The--
Light--
Category:Jenna Fraen
Category:Poetry