1:52am

Sometimes

I think too much

.

I could feel my throat collapse on the words I can’t pronounce

as ice slides down my chest and waits in my lungs

Making. Every.

Breath. A struggle.

.

Sometimes I think too much

.

Words visibly floating

A script of what to say and do

And my body listens but

My mind is not there.

So I pinch my skin. Nails digging red trails along my arm

An invisible itch. My hands are bloodied.

But I can’t wake up

.

Sometimes I think

Too much

And I can hear it

I can hear it

I can hear it

I can hear it

I can

Hear

It.

Let me drown it with a sound

Let me drown it with a sight

I can hear it

Let me go

Leave me alone

I can hear it

And I keep on thinking

And it doesn’t stop

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