Scattered thoughts, they roam around.
On the verge of a mental breakdown.
The screaming and the noise never stop.
They grow faster, louder, more intense
Barely ever making sense.
Begging, pleading, ask for help.
Screaming, crying, you get the round about.
They jump around inside your head,
Making you wish you were dead.
Fighting the urge of fatal actions,
No one ever sees her simple tactics.
The scars, she hides them well.
A simple tool she uses to rebel.
The harm is known, but no one cares.
All she gets are peoples blank stares.
The hurt runs deep,
As it all seems to seep.
All her thoughts of anxiety
Have become nothing more than a society
They raise her up and push her down,
Frantically she searches all around
Stuck in her depressive state,
Things always seem like a huge debate.
She does her best to succeed,
But sometimes she can barely breathe.
Her grip on life is fading fast.
No one knows how much longer she will truly last
Her struggles bring her to today,
To what she wonders what to say.
The thoughts that travel through her mind,
Race and taunt and keep her blind.
Copyright © Krystal Thurston | Year Posted 2021
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