The loud silence drowns me,
It recedes and then crashes like a wave.
Suffocating me.
Bloating up my insides to the point of bursting.
No one makes a sound,
Everyone is in their bubble,
But mine is close to popping.
I cannot contain my sound
It flows from my wires,
Coursing through my body,
Resonating with my soul.
The screams, echoes, growls...
They'll never understand my sound.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
