A silent scream

A deafening scream inside my head, ear drums trembling, gorges braking. Endless chatter traveling inside. My throat spasms begging for a slip of air, the only thing by body  allows to come and go is the stream that rolls down swollen cheeks. Lifeless in my life. If I can’t make the ones I love happy and I can’t make myself happy, what is my existence? I shall be forgotten. Each person digs their own hole, there is no rock bottom, only hell. And when they say,” I don’t know what you want me to do Chelsea.” I will not respond. Nobody can save me from my life, but they can be there to hold my hand, not to give me another shovel.