Noisy house, noisy mind
The house that drained so much of my life force is growing smaller by the second.
I never did say goodbye to my bedroom, the only room that provided solace.
There was no time for words.
Even in the midst of my escape, my parents spared no kind words.
I knew then,
there was no use in one final look.
Why remember something you’ll never come back to?
I could begin to erase those memories, I thought.
I could push back all the screams, all the tears,
Push them far enough so they’ll never resurface.
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The empty room that now lies before me is mine to change.
A new beginning, or so I thought.
How could I have known?
No one who leaves a noisy house has a peaceful mind.
A seed was planted in me before I was born.
It has grown into a terrible weed, into the shape of something like a man.
My fingers dig deep into my scalp,
Attempting to drive him out of my head.
He does not leave. Will he ever leave?
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Oh, I beg you to answer me.
How am I supposed to heal,
when I haven’t yet escaped that horrid place?
The screams, the tears,
they’re louder this time, so much louder.
I fear I’ll die, oh dear, I’ll die.
This must be a joke.
I’ll die along with the same house that ruined me.
Only then will I get rid of this noisy mind.


















