Muted screams.

My heart is like a chamber
where my feelings go to die.
My heart is like a prison
that echoes with their cries.
Life is a frustration.
Life is constant pain.
Life’s a disappointment,
with nothing left to gain.
Attempts to change are futile.
There’s nothing I can do.
I loathe my very being for 
the act of loving you.
It seems my love is wasted.
I can’t put it to use.
My loving acts of kindness are
just met with cruel abuse.
So I hide my feelings for you.
I lock them in my heart.
I hide them from the light of day,
and should have from the start.
I’m plunged into the mire 
of unrequited love.
As I struggle, I look up
in search of help above.
I sink down to the bottom
of this dreadful dream.
My heart is like a prison,
and my feelings - muted screams.
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