Scream

The gripping of sheets

The hot tears that fall like tendrils of hair

My mind is in a frenzy, and I try to grasp the nightmares that spiral around me.

Only, the nightmares are real.

The dank emptiness, and lonely feel.

The bitter taste of anger and tears make me flee to the only safe haven. My room.

Sleep overcomes me and I try to rest, but my shouts only grow louder

People only look onward, not at me.

This emotional sea of agony.

Screams lap over me in this sea of agony.

This turmoil only makes me swim faster and faster.

Faster.

Faster.

Only to never reach the sand.

To never know the cool feeling of sand, only the drowning sensation of screams.

Further and further away, until I wake up only to go back to the horror of reality.