The sounds scratch at me as I try to focus
Focus on the only thing not driving me crazy
So crazy the floor feels different
And I can't feel my own skin
Scratching towards the only things I can feel

Hymn, I Hear.
Fear, Paranoia, & Doubt All About Shifting My Easier Route.
Shout Of Hysterical 2 Hold Back.
Track Of Thought 2 Just Barely Catch 2 Get Back 2 My More Casual Grim.

Noise hurts
thoughts racing
you want to crawl into a ball
yet you must function
as if nothing is wrong
no one can know

  • Authors: cryinginacafe, Broken Ankh, lavenderlover
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  • Finished: February 2nd, 2023 12:30
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
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