My head hurts, as my heart pounds,
it's all i hear-I hate the sound.
My bars of silence won't let me free..
frustration sets in, consuming me.
My tears fall into endless streams-
no one answers when I start to scream.
What should I do, to understand,
no one is here to lend me their hand..
..my head hurts and my heart still pounds-
I start to break..and I hate the sound.
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My poem is about depression and a extreme heart ache from a family incident.