The Quiet
The quiet place I go to has me scared
I’m stuck without being able to move
Trapped in box
Afraid to make a sound
Stuck in my mind without being able to escape
Looking around and only seeing darkness
Becoming the scared kid alone in a store
With my heart pounding
And I’m SCREAMING
but all anyone hears is the quiet
Hoping the quiet is loud enough
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