My mind turns silence into something I should fear.
I replay every word until it sounds like a warning.
I search for hidden meanings in the smallest things.
Even happiness feels temporary when I think too much.
I can’t remember the last time my head was quiet.
I make disasters out of moments that never happened.
I convince myself everyone I love is slowly leaving.
One unanswered message becomes proof that I’m too much.
One change in someone’s voice can ruin my entire night.
I know it’s irrational, but knowing doesn’t make it stop.
I’m exhausted from fighting wars nobody else can see.
I want to trust people, but my brain keeps screaming don’t.
I want to enjoy the moment, but I’m already mourning its ending.
I overthink until every good thing feels poisoned by possibility.
And sometimes I hate my own mind for making living feel this fucking difficult.