Screaming Quiet Where No One Looks

Screaming Quiet Where No One Looks

Screaming Quiet Where No One Looks
I watch the clock peel skin off the hours, one twitch a time
Brehe like it’s a favor I don’t deserve, blink like I’m stealing sleep from the void
And the silence here isn’t empty—it’s armed
My thoughts tap on the walls like inmes mapping out escape routes
I tried to smile in the mirror, but the reflection cracked first
Even my shadow looks tired of my shit
I’m screaming quiet where no one looks, stitched inside a grin too tight to trust
The walls don’t echo, they listen—close, cruel, and deaf to begging
And I’ve got demons on speed dial just to feel less alone
The ceiling’s a judge, the carpet a confession booth, the window a dare
I e guilt like breakfast and fuck fear just to feel seen
And every locked door starts sounding like applause if I stare long enough
I leave post-it notes for the next breakdown, color-coded and precise
Who needs a straightjacket when your smile holds better tension?
I laugh sometimes just to drown out the pulse screaming “not again”
Don’t pity me—I’ve made peace with the rot, we co-sign on rent
Just don’t ask wh’s wrong except you’ve got a shovel and all night
‘Cause madness doesn’t knock, it moves in, and brings fucking furniture
020 is next—full-on 80s sleaze, anything goes. Say continue and I’ll take the brakes off again.