If silence is golden
Then what the hell is sound
This emptiness is ringing
Noises all around
With so much static
I can't hear my own voice
I used to be lost cause I wanted to be
Now I have no choice
I keep talking talking talking
But those sounds don't mean a word
I keep screaming, telling you what I need
But I don't think you've heard
I wish I could blast the volume
I wish I could turn this down
This endless orchestra of my life
That keeps playing as I drown
I'm not sure if the sounds hurt me
Or if they make me feel more sane
I guess theres two sides to every thing
Even soundless pain
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote. Mostly not about happy stuff. They usually rhyme. First one doesn't.