Mentally

Screaming,
Shouting,
Psychologically,
No one sees what's internal,
Inside of me,

Bleeding,
Beating,
Biologically,
No one sees the soul,
I hold inside of me,

Writing these symptoms,
Chronologically,
From the internal soul,
To the flesh and blood,
From the scalpel of life,
To the stitch of a wound,
The scars that are left,
In the memories tomb,

Continuously thinking,
What has happened to me,
The past lives I've lived ,
And what's meant to be,
We all walk a path,

But choose our own feeling,
Others that learn,
While some are still screaming,
With a mental wrath,

There's no turning back now,
We go on regardless,
Picking up the pieces,
Of the things that have scared us,
Mentally tortured,
Cut and bruised,
Left alone some of us lose.