Your Voice, It Hurts Me
Your voice, it hurts me
Every time I hear it I feel like I need to be rushed away on a gurney
Why won’t you be quiet? -All you do is scream-
I try to muffle you with my own shouting
I’ve even tried hitting my head against a beam
But you’ll never be quiet, not until I die
Copyright © Ava Thomas | Year Posted 2021
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