Words 😢

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The words from others, myself, songs, quotes   and much more echo in my head. The words pile up in a huge dump called my mind, they pile up till it over flows and I break down. I fall onto the ground, helpless  crying  while all the words pour out.

Then they start to pile up again. Fuller, and fuller it gets bigger, and bigger the pile builds up then it overflows again. I'm staring outside shaking thinking of what I'm doing and why I thought drugs would help.

And it starts again they just keep piling up a continuous cycle until... I can't handle it anymore than what do I do?

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