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?