How to escape the noise?
I beg myself to remove my body from this position.
Where do I exit?
I don't know what to do with the raging fire that is sound.
This house is too damn loud.
I can hear all their screams now.
Melting all the screens down.
Breaking out my windows.
Forcing me to tiptoe.
There's a murderer here.
I feel him getting near.
It crashes to the floor.
My mind is no more.
Let out with a roar.
Crumbling all my blockades and doors.
All this shaking is making me deformed.
Causing me to deplore all my cracked up mentors.
I shoved the note in the door.
And cried "To all this pain out in the open, there should be no more."
And up the words would soar.
I have never felt so poor.
If you only knew how much I adored you.
Every little thing I did for you.
Who knew that soon the sound would turn into a saviour.
Leaving me to the lesser.
Pulling myself inside of my head and forevermore screeching out that corridor.
The one that never gave me shelter.
Making my brain go Helter skelter all about.
The one that always drowned me out.
I don't see the light in your eyes anymore.
They're just an endless pore leaving me a note, and I shalt look at them nevermore.
I'm not awake nor asleep because in the silence I can catch the smallest creek making me feel weak.
It's so oblique, and I know you hear me squeak at night being terrified of the bright light burning me.
The noise never killed me, but it felt as such, I'm using this as a crutch.
This is too much.
I need to hush.
The voices won't shush.
It's the clutch it has around me.
The people inside surely won't hide when they realise by who I'm surrounded.

- Ariah Christman