DRAFT

SCREAM
I wanted so much to scream. Let my tears out and scream again. What have I done? I feel so lost. Lost and defeated in this game. Is this a game? I do not know. Because obviously I have been among those too dumb to realize and too proud to admit. S*** man! I think a curse is appropriate.

When we lose we want to scream. And since we write, we write our pains, our sorrows. We write the tears that want to fall but pride reins te soul. Of the one in control. Because she just wants something-something that she has not figured oput yet. Something lost in the sense of the world. Something that died or faded away in the midst of time and space.

And so she cried. The saddest tears in a lonely night. The most painful of all defeats. But what can she do when she cannot understand the world she is in. What can she do when she is lost in everything in between? I do not know. For I am only her mind that speaks, her body to dwell and her soul. What can I do if she fails? Life has been too cruel but I want to slap her now and push her. Pull her hair to the direction she is supposed to go. This lost girl stubborn as hell. she is indeed the weakest of them all.

She has been too weak to face anything in her dry barren life. Always too safe and within the lines. Always afraid.