The silence does
Harm to my
Head since
I can't stand the
Quietness of untold
Apologies and unwritten
Words of love
My head drowns in thoughts
That not even Sherlock
Could decipher
My mind tells
Me awful things
Like painting my room
Red with a new toy that
Makes a loud bang
Using my arm as
A cutting board
Or swinging from
A light fixture with
A knotted rope
My mind is a mess
And I may need help
M.R
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