Guest guest Posted April 1, 2008 Report Share Posted April 1, 2008 okay, soo here's one of the poems i wrote way back. It's basically about this sound sensitivity experience and its effect emotionally, mentally, physically.. so it might help you guys think of something. not the best poem..but ya. It's echo cut a deep scar. Chest is sore from the pounding of my heart. Anger is boiling underneath. Vaccume can't let me scream seep. Fingers that grip the edge tighter Preven the tension from catching fire. The sweat is dripping down my back. Don't tell me it's easy to stay in tact. An itch that can't be scratched. An enemy that has no match. Nails scraping the chalkboard has granted my path to a psycho ward. No matter where in the world this is what they always sold. 'Cause they take pleasure in my hurts. The fact that I'm weaker gives them comfort. The power over me is hard to let go So I stay as long as I'm the show. People who wonder if life is but a dream scold, " What's in your head ain't what it seems. " They laugh to distract themselves from their pain. Oh how I wish pain would distract me from being empty again. I won't be tested as an experiment anymore. I refuse to die on a mental floor. So now I leave you with my song. I'm going. I'm going... (plenty more from where that came from...) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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