I cannot quiet the noise in my head,
Sometimes it’s despair, other times it’s dread,
Or it’s a constant, compulsive paranoia,
Looming over head like a giant sequoia,
Other times I’m raging over nothing at all,
And still there are times I just feel so small.
Make it stop, make it quit,
Make it end, I must remit,
Make it quit, make it end,
Find somewhere else for these feelings to send.
I cannot concentrate or keep focus,
The thoughts and feelings swarm like locusts,
Nothing I do will make this cease,
It’s like my mind is only mine by a lease,
I crave my brief moments of clarity,
I live for the moments I’m able to breath.
Make it stop, make it quit,
Make it end, please stop it,
Make it quit, make it end,
I just want some peace so my mind can mend.
Almost 19 years and getting worse,
Nearly 19 years of putting this down to verse,
How am I still alive after all of this time,
Happiness comes briefly and then flits away,
Yet I persist on to another day.
Juxtaposed To A Fault 
I relate to this piece very much, good job! I’ve actually also written a similar post.
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Thank you so much Khwahish S! Sorry for the late reply; my life has been a bit crazy lately. I’m so glad it was relatable. It’s always one of my fears that I don’t convey things well enough for them to speak to people on that level. I’m
going to check out your post right now.
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Oh it’s no problem, I think you speak for me as well – I too am not great at conveying a message across when it’s absolutely needed haha but we’ll surely get there. And thank you, the post is called Archaic Home (only somewhat related)
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Just read Archaic Home, wow! I really enjoy the nuance of your writing.
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Thanks very much, I’m glad you liked it!
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