Overstimulated/Don't Touch Me
screaming devoid of any true emotion
I cannot disappear into other worlds
as I could once
the baby is watching and
the world
is
So Loud.
my hobbies seem meaningless, I hide
Suicidal thoughts behind a quivering
hand and false promises yet
No one
Notices.
I am pressure
building.
I will explode in an array of sunshine, milk,
honey,
a scattering aftermath of grotesque figurines.
my sense of self
is gone.
I cannot picture my face,
much less look.
much less touch.
that girl is gone & who I am
is nowhere
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