The flood that breaks the dam

My mind screams but my mouth stays silent.
Too many thoughts, jumbling through my head.
They create a mess like a hurricane. Only leaving
broken things behind. I try to order them, try to take
back control but it's useless.

I kept everything inside for too long, now it's
threatening to spill. Floods of suppressed thoughts
and feelings amassing against my walls, slowly breaking
the dam. I want to let them all out, want to make you
understand all the broken pieces of my soul. But my
mouth stays silent.

I try to put it on paper instead. Try to bring sense to words
so that you may understand what moves me.

I fill pages with broken prayers and desperate pleas.
And even though they are for you, you will never
see them. They are too raw, like my nerves lying open
and I'm afraid that instead of answering my prayers
you will set fire to the foundations of my existence.