I’m afraid of the thoughts that gather in my head,
voices that echo where silence should be
they grow louder each day,
pressing closer, harder to turn away.
I'm afraid that the thoughts in my head are getting hard to tame, I can’t reach them anymore, and they feel like they’re taking over my mind and my ability to decide and do everything
I’m afraid I cannot reach for help,
I don’t know how to quiet what pulls at me.
Day by day, it tightens its hold,
it gets heavier
and I feel myself slipping beyond what I can manage.
It keeps pressing inward
Like I'm running out of space inside my own head, my own self
I don’t know how much longer I can hold this together
my inner walls are weakening, breaking apart at the seams.
If there is anyone out there,
I think I need someone to hear me.
I can feel it breaking
I can feel me breaking
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 7:09 AM UTC
I’m afraid of the thoughts that gather in my head,
voices that echo where silence should be
they grow louder each day,
pressing closer, harder to turn away.
I'm afraid that the thoughts in my head are getting hard to tame, I can’t reach them anymore, and they feel like they’re taking over my mind and my ability to decide and do everything
I’m afraid I cannot reach for help,
I don’t know how to quiet what pulls at me.
Day by day, it tightens its hold,
it gets heavier
and I feel myself slipping beyond what I can manage.
It keeps pressing inward
Like I'm running out of space inside my own head, my own self
I don’t know how much longer I can hold this together
my inner walls are weakening, breaking apart at the seams.
If there is anyone out there,
I think I need someone to hear me.
I can feel it breaking
I can feel me breaking
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