All is quiet--
no, there is no sound--
but my mind is ever active
going so fast I cannot register my thoughts.
I am so restless
and yet I have no energy--
my body can't move.
There is so much I must do,
so many obligations to fulfill
yet I cannot focus.
Nothing satisfies
lest I stare at the ceiling all night--
that is all I can do.
All I hear is static, the undecipherable static of my thoughts--
my ears ring from the deafening silence--
make it stop!
Why?
Why must you do this to me?
What do you gain from this?
That sick bastard--
the goddamn puppeteer--
is this what you want?
My body is paralyzed because of you
and my mind is running at lightspeed--
almost like I'm drunk--
except I'm completely sober.
Someone save me from this prison of silence.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
