NOISE HURT TOO

NOISE HURT TOO

THEY TOLD ME TO LISTEN.

TO TAKE IT ALL IN—THE NOISE, THE CHAOS, THE YELLING.

BUT NOBODY ASKED WHAT IT DID TO ME INSIDE.

EVERY SOUND LIKE A JAGGED EDGE CUTTING DEEPER THAN

ANYONE COULD SEE.

EVERY SHOUT A BLOW THAT LEFT MY EAR BLEEDING IN

SILENCE.

THE RIBBONS SEWN THROUGH THE WOUND AREN’T HEALING

—IT’S JUST A FRAGILE HOLD, A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO

KEEP FROM FALLING APART.

THIS SHIRT ISN’T JUST A DESIGN.

IT’S THE STORY OF CARRYING PAIN THAT NO ONE BELIEVES.

THE NOISE THAT DOESN’T JUST PASS—

IT LINGERS, IT HURTS, IT SCARS.

PEOPLE SAY “LISTEN” LIKE IT’S SIMPLE.

LIKE IT’S EASY TO ABSORB EVERY HARSH WORD, EVERY

PIERCING SCREAM WITHOUT BREAKING.

BUT NOISE HURTS TOO.

IT HURTS THE EARS, THE MIND, THE SOUL.

THIS IS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN BROKEN BY THE VERY

THING THEY WERE TOLD TO ENDURE.

FOR THE ONES WHO HIDE THEIR BLEEDING WOUNDS

BENEATH A QUIET FACE.

FOR ANYONE WHO KNOWS THAT SILENCE ISN’T PEACE—IT’S

SURVIVAL.

WEAR THIS SHIRT AS A REMINDER:

PAIN ISN’T ALWAYS VISIBLE.

NOISE ISN’T ALWAYS HARMLESS.

AND SOMETIMES, THE LOUDEST WOUNDS ARE THE ONES WE

CARRY INSIDE

—CONCEPT BY TYRA LEE