I hate it when things are too loud.
Fun things are fine.
Fireworks are nice.
Popping balloons is good.
Screaming when roller coasters drop is alright.
I just can't stand the way the doors slam.
Or the baby crying when he doesn't deserve to.
Or the thuds against the wall as objects are thrown against them, the feet stomping across the floor, voices screaming louder and louder overlapping until all I can hear is
My heartbeat in my ears.
It's all so loud.
It's so loud and I have to be quiet.
I hate that I don't drown it out when I know I can, too scared not to listen, too scared to risk not knowing if they're coming to get me.
Even the silence afterwards is deafening.
Why can't I just sit in the peaceful silence of my lone mind? I suppose it's because my brain would find a way to make up for the lack of noise with itself; eventually.
Why is it always too loud?
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Poems
PoesíaJust a collection of poems I wrote, most have darker themes, so here's your angst/trigger warning if you need it. I write these on a pc so if the format looks weird on your phone that's probably why.
