November 17, 2011
The screaming inside my head,

Refuses to cease.

I'm okay with that.

Because they’re screams are filled with ideas,

With substance,




I can take every dark thought,

And create something amazing,

Even if the cost is self hate.

The screaming is me.

What do I care

Greater men have fallen.

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TheHangingGirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 25, 2012 at 8:56 pm
My favorite poem on TI
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