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Too Loud
I'm still flesh and bone, no matter how much my flesh is bitten off, and my bones broken.
My skin has turned a sickly green from the lack of oxygen. I can't breathe anymore, it's too loud. It's like I could blow out their eardrums with the sound of my blinking.
Don't blink it's too loud. Don't breathe, it's too loud. Don't eat, it's too loud.
It's been 2 years since I took a step, my last one was too loud.
It can't hear me, it can't see me, but it's still too loud.
It's hugs have become tighter, it's trying to squeeze the air out of me, but I'm no fool, it's rule 2;
Don't breathe, it's too loud.
I'm still flesh and bone, but my muscles have withered, I'm still flesh and bone, but my hair has fallen out.
Don't move your arm, it's too loud. Don't brush your hair, it's too loud.
Don't burst its eardrums, it won't like that.
It's been plucking my hair out one by one, trying to get me to brush it from my face, but I'm no fool, rule 5;
Don't brush your hair, it's too loud.
I'm still flesh and bone, but my brain doesn't speak.
Still flesh and bone, but my eyes don't move.
Don't look around, it's too loud. Don't think, it's too loud.
It keeps showing me riddles.
It's trying to get me to think, but I'm not a fool.
Rule number 7;
Don't think, it's too loud.
Don't blow out it's eardrums, or it will breathe on your eyes again. Don't blink,
It's too loud.
My muscles hurt; Don't move, it's too loud.
My lungs scream; Don't breathe, it's too loud.
My brain buzzes; Don't think it's too loud.
My flesh and bone tear; Don't cry, it's too loud.
I'm not flesh and bone,
living was too loud.
My skin has turned a sickly green from the lack of oxygen. I can't breathe anymore, it's too loud. It's like I could blow out their eardrums with the sound of my blinking.
Don't blink it's too loud. Don't breathe, it's too loud. Don't eat, it's too loud.
It's been 2 years since I took a step, my last one was too loud.
It can't hear me, it can't see me, but it's still too loud.
It's hugs have become tighter, it's trying to squeeze the air out of me, but I'm no fool, it's rule 2;
Don't breathe, it's too loud.
I'm still flesh and bone, but my muscles have withered, I'm still flesh and bone, but my hair has fallen out.
Don't move your arm, it's too loud. Don't brush your hair, it's too loud.
Don't burst its eardrums, it won't like that.
It's been plucking my hair out one by one, trying to get me to brush it from my face, but I'm no fool, rule 5;
Don't brush your hair, it's too loud.
I'm still flesh and bone, but my brain doesn't speak.
Still flesh and bone, but my eyes don't move.
Don't look around, it's too loud. Don't think, it's too loud.
It keeps showing me riddles.
It's trying to get me to think, but I'm not a fool.
Rule number 7;
Don't think, it's too loud.
Don't blow out it's eardrums, or it will breathe on your eyes again. Don't blink,
It's too loud.
My muscles hurt; Don't move, it's too loud.
My lungs scream; Don't breathe, it's too loud.
My brain buzzes; Don't think it's too loud.
My flesh and bone tear; Don't cry, it's too loud.
I'm not flesh and bone,
living was too loud.
Published 17th May 2024
Author's Note
When you find a poem I wrote as an elementary schooler about how I felt at home (grammatically errors mostly fixed).
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