oh my god
please
just stop talking
i want to be in control of what i hear
you're all so fucking annoying
you're all a detriment to my health
and to be out of control
listening to meaningless crap
to insane ramblings
i feel like im losing it.
shut the fuck up you're hurting my head
it's too loud
im too tired for this
you all have much too much energy
you shouldn't be so fucking loud
please
i can hear everything
i can feel everything
my skin feels too hot
i almost feel air drafts underneath
im too stimulated
just shut the fuck up
stop
please.
im begging you.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
