I don't really like this poem, so bear with me and tell me what you think.
The screams echo in my head as I try to control them.
Try to make them go away.
Try to keep them from coming out for all to hear.
I try to keep your name from coming from my lips through the night.
I try to keep my sobs silent so no one hears me in the dark.
I try, but sometimes I can’t help it.
I have to let it all out, so I cut.
It takes the pain away, even just for a few minutes.
It replaces it with something more manageable and scarring.
It replaces it with you, even for just a few minutes.
Sometimes, that’s all I need to control the screams.
Even though it seems, I might go mad, and break my seams.
