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