sometimes things get too loud
a sensory overload
everything is too much
i become overwhelmedsometimes things get too soft
i feel nothing
a numbness i can't describe
somewhat emptysometimes my dark thoughts creep up on me
little demons
whispering the bad things
into my headsometimes i just can't be happy
my body holds too much sadness
and it comes out
in wavessometimes coffee isn't enough
this caffeine won't work
i can't stay awake
my mind is up but my soul is tiredsometimes i don't know what to say
words that used to flow are gone
lingering on pages
whispers of what should have been saidsometimes the work piles up
papers and assignments
littering my bed
and cluttering my brainsometimes i push people away
when i need them most
the distance
is really just a cry for helpsometimes i can't eat
or i can't stop eating
either way
food comes and goessometimes i feel sick
hot and cold
a pounding in my skull
medicine can't help me nowsometimes my best isn't enough
we don't always win
i expect so much from myself
i can't reach my own standardssometimes the anxiety is overbearing
too much thinking
i can't focus
on what needs to get donesometimes i joke that
i want to drown
i want to jump
i want to stop breathingsometimes I'm not joking
*****
sometimes i want to scream
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star

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