Turn It Up


The music just gets louder.
To block out the world.
The words.
The hurt.
Its time that I hear myself
and drown the other shit out.

My brain has a funny way of acting,
when the sounds in my mind begin reacting.
Call it a chemical collision,
as these emotions cut incisions
into the paper;
where I escape here.

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