I try...
my mind punches itself
over and over.
Pounding on my ears,
Pounding,
Pounding
pounding
The silence stabs me.
The sounds bandage my ears.
Wrap them in a blanket.
Give the silence treatment
to my world,
to your world,
to our world.
Pretend to escape.
I'll act like I'm ok,
With being ok.
Fall into something,
False.
I don't want to exist
for just
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I try...
so hard...
to be ok...
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