The sounds seemed to grate her ears.
It was a loud world.
Loud enough to drown others voices away.
It wasn't beauty that made her stare, it was the horrors of her world.
It was a silent night, yet she couldn't hear her own scream.
It was a silent cry.
A plead for help.
Nobody could hear her.
It was a quiet night with the crickets chirping away, yet
Screams were lost in the echo' of noise.
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I Hope, I Wish
ПоэзияSometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
