Writers Block: I clap my hand over my mouth, but the screams slip between my fingers.
he never heard it anyway. I wonder if my screams get bigger they could slip between the cracks of my fingers. i once told him how much i could hurt him. but it was him who knew all to well and decided to flip things around. my nails have grown from anticipation and now i cannot begin to trim them down without bleeding.
ive got a sore throat, but i can keep on screaming. i dont know where all this, all of you, or me, will end up. but i do know one thing. my hands arent strong enough to hold in these screams.