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. .. .. .... ........ .. ........ .. .... .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .... .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ....