SCREAMING IN SILENCE
By C Wynter

I don't even know why I'm writing, there's no more healing within words,
What's the point of being, when all it brings is hurt?,
What's the point of talking? all it does is waste time,
There's no point in venting, when the silence is too loud within my mind,
"You are so self aware, you articulate yourself so well",
Yet under the smiles, I'm dying and yet no one can tell,
They send you positive quotes and think, "I've done my job for the day",
They say they've been supportive, but I am stuck with the aching pain,
I call a friend to vent but they turn it around and start talking about themselves,
So i quiet my own storms to be there for them to help,
Shoutout to the other friends, that only talk to...