I'm an overflowing glass,
Drowning in the ocean that I barely keep contained.
I cannot stop to feel,
A single drop spilled and I am forever stained.
I'm crammed into a case,
Alone, about to explode as I'm lost within the crowd.
There's a ringing in my ears,
A thousand songs on loop with the volume way too loud.
I try to look at you,
But whispers become wails with my senses amplified.
I fight to stay afloat,
It doesn't seem that way but I promise I really tried.
I'm sorry, it's too much.
Guilt is salt rubbed into my bleeding wounds.
I build up and fall apart,
I get lost in the crescendo and end up consumed.
A/N: I promise this made way more sense in my head before I started writing.
Sometimes we feel way too much and don't know what to do with it. That's what I was trying to get out while writing. All of the 'too much' that I, like all of you out there, have felt at some point.
Writing can be such a great outlet for so many people, and that's part of why I love it so much. So I want to see your writing. You can create beautiful artwork out of words that can help deal with your own 'too much.
Have a lovely day fellow wattpadians.
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