Unwanted Thoughts
The voices.
The loud,
screaming,
noises.
The images,
The disgustingly comforting images.
I hate this.
This numbing,
suffering feeling,
I get from these thoughts.
I want it to stop.
I need it to stop.
But it won’t.
It never will.
Copyright © Eli Arendel | Year Posted 2025
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