Louder. Music melts his pain. Louder. He drives out all thoughts. Louder. He drives out the nagging. Louder. He forgets the beatings. Louder. To loud, he never hears the horn.
hello and welcome to my poetry
all this crap was written by me unless its a quote
this is not my real email
this was started for a school class and i just kept it going
2 comments:
thats one way to describe suicide by walking out into a street
WOW ITS ME FROM YEARBOOK
THATS A KEWL POEM
U KNOW WHO I AM =D
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