Screams

The silence is settling in.
I try to take one last breath.
I can't though.
Soon it's going to be death.

I try to get out of my house.
The house of broken dreams.
The doors seem to be getting farther away.
That's when I hear the screams.

They're the past memories.
Memories of my childhood.
Memories of abuse.
It's something that can't be understood.

As I'm standing there,
I seem to be frozen in place.
The screams are going away.
The screams are replaced.

Replaced by the silence once again.
This silence is something I can't stand.
It's making me hurt inside.
This silence seems to be like a plan.

Here come the screams again.
Screams of how I lost all trust.
Too many things went wrong.
It wasn't just.

I messed everything up.
I just wanted to help.
Then I'd get hit,
And I'd yelp.

Then they stop.
There's silence again.
I start thinking this time.
I think of him.

The screams come back.
They are starting to hurt my head.
"I'M SORRY!!" I yell.
It doesn't work, they get stronger instead.

The screams are blaming me for messing up.
I messed up my friendship with my best friend.
I didn't mean too.
I didn't think our friendship would then end.

The screams comes back for the last time.
This time they tell me to go ahead.
They say I'm worthless.
They say I should be dead.

Pretty soon I'm dead.
Thanks to the screams,
I am no more.
At least, that's what it seems.

The screams are what caused me to cave.
For I knew who it was.
It was my own voice,
Along with all my flaws.