Whisper of rest
The world spins fast, I can't keep pace,
Thoughts collide in a crowded space.
Endless whispers, too sharp to hear,
I can't escape, they're always near.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Every swallow brings a bitter taste,
A sickness I can't seem to erase.
I want to rest, but the noise won't fade,
A mind in chaos, so deeply afraid.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Will I ever find a way to slow this storm?
To heal the wounds that I can't transform?
Or am I meant to wander, lost in the tide,
With thoughts that pull me from side to side?
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
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