My mind is at full capacityLike a bustling train stationAt 9 AMThoughts running to and froFranticallyPushing past each otherTo get where they want to beThe noise is so deafeningNothing could ever cut through
My heart is at full capacityLike a jug of waterThat’s been filled to the topBut the faucet keeps runningAnd runningAnd runningThe pain pours in bucketsIt overflowsWith no where else to goIt fills mecompletely
I am at full capacityMy mind is screamingAnd my heart is cryingBut I can’t call outNo one will helpNo one will hear meBecause no one chooses to seeThat I’m atFull capacityBecause they’re all atFull capacity
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Liz Shannon
Student. Fangirl. Aspiring screenwriter.
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