and I want to rip my ears off
My hands clasped tight
Rocking
Back
Forth
Back
Forth
The silence
It's too much
It's everywhere
It's crushing me
It's too loud
I hear ringing
I hear ticking
I hear breathing
I hear blood
In the silence
It's 1:00AM and it's too loud
in this deafening silence
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Scattered Thoughts
PoetryA small and scattered collection of prose relating to daily observations, feelings, and struggles
