Filled with raucous noise
from more than just one voice,
symphonies blaring in my head
and they never seem to end.
My state is in the negatives
from the emotion that peruses me.
How can I achieve my motives
when my soul is undersea?
Even the smallest thought presses down so heavily,
and I feel very restless and heavy.
Please, why can't I just be?
Come on,
just another step.
Come on,
just another breath.
Come on,
just another swallow
of the pain that makes you hollow.
Just one more sweet smile
I write to relate,
and to speak my truth.
I write to prove I know pain,
and to see that others do too.
I write to be heard.
When the world becomes a deaf frustration,
They're always there when I need them,
they never run away.
They're always here when troubles stem
to hear what I have to say.
They don't judge
or hold a grudge.
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