A Golden Scream
I need to scream at someone.
Not yell.
Not scold.
Not shout.
Scream.
I need to get rid of every ounce of hurt, pain, anger, sadness, sorrow, loneliness, and worry.
Every single feeling that has drained the happiness out of my heart, out of my soul.
I need to get rid of it all.
I need to show someone how terrible I feel constantly.
Every second I spend in my pool of anxiety.
Every morning I wake up feeling like my body is doing everything it can to just survive another day.
Every tear that rolled down my cheeks.
Everything.
It's the first time I've felt angry.
Not sad, not sorrowful, not depressed.
But, angry.
Anger, deeper than I've ever felt.
And, I don't even know why.
But, I'm sitting here.
Typing this in my anger, while I punch the wall every once in a while.
And, the only thing on my mind.
Is that I miss her.
And for some reason that makes me angry.
I dont know why.
But it makes me want to scream at someone.
Scream so loud that it will drain all the air out my lungs as I feel my skin press against my ribs.
I just need to Scream.