sometimes I want to scream

Sometimes I want to shout. I want to cry at the top of my lungs. I want to scream. I want to get out. To elevate to a new world where I'm not there physically. My scream frees me from my life, frees my soul, and allows me to enter a form where I become everything. I am no longer myself. I am no longer in my bedroom on my bed at midnight. I become my scream. My voice defines me. I travel my life as if my physical body did no longer exist. The music comes in the background anchoring the me left to reality as the only thing remaining is the intern pain that gushes out. It burts out like a volcano explosive type. Its endless, infinite it has been there my whole life. The pain is as loud as my scream as she has defined me for too long. I want to become myself again. My breath runs out and I have to inhale again. No more wandering around. The breath after the scream is the best and the worst part. It reminds I'm back on earth with my problems. But I am in control again. My pain makes herself small again and I'm ready to face an unknown destiny as my being is everything and pain is forgotten. Sometimes I want to scream.