Noise.

Have you been hated before?

Have you hated someone before?

The noise is unbearable.
Even in the silence.
It doesn't matter what you do.
It's always going to be there.
It's trapped in there.
Not just anywhere.
But in your head.
Where it'll stay.
Unless a single word.
Can join both parties.

I know words which fit,
That description.
But I know not which one to use.

I hear arguments everyday.
Morning
Afternoon
Evening
Midnight, sometimes.

Both sides battling it out.
Taking a stab.
Realising it's wrong.
Taking another stab,
just to cover up the last one.
And on it goes.
Oh, the hate.

When people tell you that,
Two negatives,
make a positive.
Don't believe them.
It doesn't.
I can see clearly,
When I hear these...
Exchange of words.
But it's not my call.

It's never going to be.
I feel the truth in rare moments.
Where I realise why this...
Argument...
Has taken place to begin with.
It pains me.
To feel...
That they know how they feel.
They just don't know how...
The other feels.
They just don't want to be the...
Weak one.
So to speak.

Little do they know...
That if they both understood,
How much support they
actually need to provide each other...
There would not be...
Even a Single Second
That can be wasted...
Arguing.

To everyone else though.
It's just noise.
A din.
Annoying and unbearable.
Sometimes even the closest people...
Just want to tell them to shut up.

Dig deeper though.
Discarding one item,
and acquiring another...
is just the easy way out.
You can't keep replacing,
forever.

Fixing things when they break,
is the hardest step.
But it's the one that's right.
The one that will heal you.
The one that will teach you.
The one that will show you...

That it doesn't have to be like this.
It can be 'like how it use to'.
But it doesn't stop there.
When you hit a low point.
The only way you can go, is up.
So go up.
It will only get better.

There's never a good reason.
To hurt.

So next time you run into something.
Fix it.
[it's always easier said than done.]
Give it your all.
And fix it.

It saves everything.


Take it easy,
Mr. Jyamaigo

PS. wish I could talk.