little something i thought up

just thought this up like literally 5 minutes ago. dont know if its in proper poem form or whatnot but whatever. thought id type it out before i forgot it as i usually do

its started again
feels like itll never end
i try to think of things to block it out
what to lvl, what ive watched
but all that does
is make the noise less noticable
yet still i can hear
so i do the only thing i can do
and pull the blanket over my head

here in my cacoon
i feel a bit more at ease
but still it pierces
the thin walls of my little sanctuary
and feels as though its concentrating
in my small space
but i know if i pull the blanket back
to release this pressure thats building up
a wave of grief stronger than a tsunami
will wash over me
and this misfortunate emotion upon my chest
will build up so high it will be too unbearable
so i stay in this small space i made
by pulling the blanket over my head

looks like theres a break
so i pull the blanket back
to refresh in the open air
but i know this wont last
when it starts up again
ill want to scream shut up
but all that will do
is give them another reason
to continue throwing these weapons of words
so i will do the only thing i can do
and pull the blanket over my head

Hmm, something's been bothering you, Sylpha?! D: