It's scratching,
Clawing,
Razors drawing.
Loud,
Painful,
Can't handle it at this level!
Make it Stop!
It's grinding,
Pounding,
Slicing through my Ears!
It's all to much!
I THINK MY HEAD IS GONNA BUST!
I don't know how,
I don't know when,
Just please someone make the sounds
END!!!!
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My poetry
PoetryThis is just a book of poems I wright. Ya know...... when I'm not crying in the shower.
