Last night I screamed and screamed br I put all of these screams in a box br This I did br I took this box br Box of screams br Screams of many br Screams of pain, hurt, agony, confusion br Built up feelings br These screams were real and true br Jam-packed with emotions and feelings br Those pent up kind br Dealing with life’s obstacles is where my time’s been spent br Trying to make sure that what didn’t kill me made me stronger br Never have had the chance before now br Suppressed screams of the years br Delayed screams br Screams that can’t be suppressed forever br No way br They are internally getting louder and louder br I feel as though I am about to implode br Screeching, vicious, at times br Full of anger and hurt br So many ways to suppress these screams br I’ve learned them all br br So, this box, what did I do it? br Last night I took this box br Box of screams, of all varieties br I went out, out to the woods br No one around, no one in hearing distance br It was a nice night, lots of stars, no clouds br Cool night br Well, I sat the box down in the middle of the forest br There I was in this clearing br The moon was shining ever so bright br And by its light br I ever so slowly opened this box br I let all the screams out br Years and years of built up screams br How loud they were br I’m surprised no one came running br Surely someone woke up and heard these screams br But as usual no one came br I walked home br Empty box in hand br Relieved, for the first time, in a long, long time br Thinking of starting anew this time, not letting the screams build up br Taking care of them, one at a time nowbr br chanda pandabr br