The words that escaped your lips had no form. They weren't words at all. They were screams. Loud, shrill but also guttural at times. As if an animal was dying. But more often it was softer with the seering ache of a broken heart.
The screams would come late at night. Until your throat aches. Tears flowing from your eyes. That broken shattered scream was always there. Threatening to break past your lips. Threatening to bubble over and break you.
The mental energy it took to stifle those screams took nothing less than Athenian strength. And your strength was waining.