Tears falling down like bullets.
The soul desperately crying to get outside.
A message comes back; message not received.
How tragic.

Silent exhales are not heard over the loud chatter.
Every exhale, a silent scream,
screams who keep the tortured mind up all night,
frantically trying to get out.
They’re screaming “I hate it! Life! Let me out!”
The prisoner calls out silently daily.
A message comes back; message not received.
How tragic.

An ache.
The most excruciating ache.
Pain tearing the soul apart.
It keeps the tortured heart awake all night,
constantly thinking about how to get rid of it.
“A knife?...Pills?...Drugs?...”, the heart ponders.
“Stop thinking about that!” the mind yells.
But the heart is crying too much to notice it.
A message comes back; message not received.
How tragic.

A doll,
standing there,
watching people passer by.
They don't even notice it,
A rag.
Lifeless.
Chaos and insanity running through the mind.
Trapped.
There’s no way to get out.
A message comes back; message not received.

Then the wall of silence breaks down.
Someone saw the tears,
screams are audible,
the ache came out at full charge,
finally showing,
and the doll came to life.

Message received.