I can't stop thinking
It's driving me mad
Past, present, and future
All wrapped into one
A big looming thing
A roundabout of thoughts
Everything spinning and spinning
I'm getting really dizzy
I'm gonna throw up
The thoughts keep coming
Why won't they stop?
I'm seeing spots
My eyes won't focus
I'm losing sight of what's real and what's not
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I CAN'T BREATHEAnd
It
Stops
I
Fall
I
Hit
Hard
Floor
Pain
Everything
Goes
BlackI awaken
In a white room too clean for its own good
I'm alone
The beeping sound is starting to rush
It's getting louder
It's getting faster
It won't stop
It's like my thoughts
Running and running and running around
Creating all sorts of trouble
They keep swimming through my head
Saying I'm better off dead
The people come rushing in
They stab me
Pain
Everything calms
I struggle to stay conscious
They might as well euthanize me
I'm here on a weekly basis anyway
It'd save them the troubleBefore I crash into that blissful, drug-induced coma, I read the chart on the wall.
Diagnosis: Chronic Insomnia
As if it were that easy.
I slip into the gentle black.
It's silent once again.
At peace,
For now.
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Toxicity: A Living Diary of a Toxic Mind
PoetryA recollection of thoughts from a toxic mind