Music's so **** loud I can't hear myself think.

Guess that's why I like loud music.

I don't want to
talk to you two,
or be around you
when you're with him,
or tell you
I am afraid.

Your potent opinions
seep into each other's
and make loud noises
that ring in my ears
like a stone-cold
thunderstorm.

You care, you don't.
You're strict, you're not.
You yell quietly, you loudly speak.
Stop doing this to me,
I can't handle any more of it.

I've always been too emotional about everything

Too sensitive too loud to outgoing too me

I never understood ,still don't understand
how people could care so little about everything

how people were "too cool" for living

I’ll shout you down,
Laughing in my way:
A joy filled sound,
To shake you
To your core.
A sound to amuse me,
To shatter the farce.
Sweet and pleasant,
Loud and musical,
Never have I heard
Such terrifying Joy.

Rain Rain It’s rainining dramatic
Cracks and stumbles
thunderous rumbles
plunging kamikaze droplets
screaming like riotous hordes
drowning out all other sounds
but the crashing of their own
into the rivers of oblivion
engulfing the surface
of all it touches
rushing like the war of ten thousand
but in minutes

The noise between words

Is unbearably loud

You were quiet,
And I was loud,
You were amazing,
And I was proud.

You barely spoke once a day,
And I could talk forever,
But most days we didn't need to speak,
As long as we were together.

Because it was what you didn't say,
so worthwhile yet small,
Those are the whispers,
that made me love you at all.

Lost in my thoughts again
They're dark and I can't seem to hide
Nightmares are speaking again
The lurk around to hunt me down

"Don't cry, Jojo, it's all ok."
These lies I tell myself each day.

Why THEY say that I'm a friends
About me, much, they do not care
When I need them the most
They are always never there.

"Don't cry, Jojo, it's all ok."
These lies I tell myself each day.
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