ScreamingA Poem by I Am Svetlana
What's the point in screaming
when every emotion is caught inside my chest? There are a million screams because they love deeply, but no one will ever hear me. So tired of feeling alone. I carved my smile into stone. Nobody knew I was still running from myself. It's easy to see where I went wrong, yet I often wonder how darkness can hold light. What's the point in screaming? No one will ever hear me. Not ever again. © 2016 I Am SvetlanaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 31, 2016 Last Updated on August 31, 2016 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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