Fear of Sound
I can't explain it
It bubbles up from nowhere
It's white hot and blinding
a deafening rage that rips my self-control away
I feel like I'm going insane
No one seems to understand that
I can't just ignore it
there is no blocking it out.
I can't focus, can't breathe
I sit silent but am screaming
my heart's pounding
panic rising, help
But you can't help me.
In order to help you'd have to die
or just suddenly develop an ability to live
without breathing.
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