It won't stop,
Every night,
The same,
The shouts,
Why won't they stop?
My ears bleed at the sound,
My soul crumbles at the sound,
I die at the sound,
Piece by piece.
But they won't stop,
Because they can't see,
That even if I can't see,
I can still hear,
That even if I smile,
I can still break.
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Just Thoughts.
PoetryA lot of my old, regrettable emo poetry is on here but there's some good poems too
