Voices invoked by emotions unspoken.
The noises don't stop, the screaming unwavering.
The mocking unbearable to listen to, the teasing intolerable to bear.
When will it stop, maybe when I finally drop?
Silence is my key that I can never unlock.
When will chaos become undone.
Maybe if I have more pills to pop?
More knives to cut?
More guns to be shot?
Silence blinds me. I can't see straight.
Only option is an emotional retaliation.
Their voices are a disturbing switch and bait for my voices to make my hands start to slowly shake. My fingers annoyingly pacing. My toes constantly interlacing.
This shit is infuriating.
Only thing I wish is silence.
Authors note:
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PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.
