The Noise Inside Me
My uneasy mind tries to cope. Some days I can I think?
The Noise Inside Me
I wake some days,
feeling built
from torn thoughts,
stitched together wrong.
My mind stays loud,
pages screaming,
notes falling hard
against my skull.
I try to breathe,
but the noise climbs,
twisting words
into sharp shapes.
I feel myself crack,
like broken paper,
fragile pieces
barely holding on.
Some nights I stare,
at nothing at all,
yet everything moves
like a storm inside me.
I fight to stay,
to hold the calm,
to keep my face
from falling apart.
They never see it,
the quiet damage,
the weight of thoughts
that will not rest.
So I keep walking,
even when shaking,
holding the pieces
as tight as I can.
And maybe one day,
my own mind
will loosen its grip,
and let me breathe.
About the Creator
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Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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