I- This one isn't a poem, actually. It's a kind of text I wrote in my poem book, and I honestly don't know what happened to make me feel so bad. Well, yeah, actually I can imagine- But still, this text is terrible. XD

Title: Noises

I block the way as they keep coming closer. They're laughing so loudly, it really freaks me out. I just want silence. I want it to be the way it used to be. But it isn't quiet, it isn't like that, and actaully, it never was. It's all just in my head, all just a wish. I lost something I love and can't get it back, that's why. Fighting it makes it worse. Soon I won't be stong anymore. Soon they'll be here. Soon my life will be over. So I wanted to say goodbye to you.
Goodbye, my dearest friend.

This one is from the 24th of November, 2021. What the fuck was going on-