“Shh, you’re being too loud.”
That’s what the walls of the room say.
“Be quiet child, you’re making a fuss.”
That’s what I hear them say.

I can see the sound waves bouncing against my skin.
I can taste the sweet nectar in the air.
I can feel my callings through the wind.
I can smell the aroma of death and despair.
I can hear my voice even though I know it is not there.

I open my mouth to nothing.
A scream is a noise of pain and suffering.
So, this is simply nothing.
My tonsils, they ache in it.

My silent tears through my silent screams.
I know no one can hear me.
My silent lies through my silent fears.
I know that you all believe me.
My simple life through a complex dream.
I know one day you will hear my silent scream.