By Courtney Taylor

I found myself screaming in the hotel room. Screaming a note I’ve been holding my whole life. My lungs worn from the stress; battered from the strife.

A heart too torn and confused to do anything but hurt.

Just continuing to scream.

Scream until something happens.

Until all these broken pieces start to fit together again.

Scream until I build up the courage to love myself like I should or at least stop hating who I am.

How long can I scream until everything shatters? When can I be quiet? When can I be still? When will I stop ruining relationships with people who deserve so much better than me?

I’ve been screaming for so long.

My body is too tired. My mind too sore.

….What do I do?