They're just never-ending sounds.
Never-ending noises piercing through my ever-sensitive ears.
Each sound causing pain to travel through my clouded mind.
Shocking it.
Awakening it.
Reminding me that I'm alive.
That I'm a person.
That I feel.
They're never-ending sounds.
They're not stopping no matter how hard I try to shut the doors in my mind, blocking them.
They don't stop.
Every sound is heightened.
And my mind can't seem to comprehend reality anymore.
I can't seem to structure my thoughts in a linear motion anymore.
Every thump, every voice
Seem to be piercing through the crevices of my mind
Crippling it.
Every door shutting,
One after the other, with every subsequent sound, and I feel lost.
I feel lost without my subconscious.
I feel alone.
And I just lay there.
Looking alive, healthy, "sleeping".
But little do they know, that with every crippling sound they make, I am rather vigorously digging at the skin under my fingernails, creasing my forehead, and screaming.
Internally.
Screaming at my subconscious to burst open the door.
To come out and balance my jungle of thoughts.
To keep them in order.
and arrange them into their respective rooms,
But I'm still screaming as I write this.
Rather shakily.
Can't you tell?
The screeching sounds of the outside world have become too loud for my subconscious mind…
So it barricaded itself
Wanted to disappear
Leaving me all alone with my cryptic thoughts,
Each one entangled with the excruciating sounds of reality.
© Hannah.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
They're just never-ending sounds.
Never-ending noises piercing through my ever-sensitive ears.
Each sound causing pain to travel through my clouded mind.
Shocking it.
Awakening it.
Reminding me that I'm alive.
That I'm a person.
That I feel.
They're never-ending sounds.
They're not stopping no matter how hard I try to shut the doors in my mind, blocking them.
They don't stop.
Every sound is heightened.
And my mind can't seem to comprehend reality anymore.
I can't seem to structure my thoughts in a linear motion anymore.
Every thump, every voice
Seem to be piercing through the crevices of my mind
Crippling it.
Every door shutting,
One after the other, with every subsequent sound, and I feel lost.
I feel lost without my subconscious.
I feel alone.
And I just lay there.
Looking alive, healthy, "sleeping".
But little do they know, that with every crippling sound they make, I am rather vigorously digging at the skin under my fingernails, creasing my forehead, and screaming.
Internally.
Screaming at my subconscious to burst open the door.
To come out and balance my jungle of thoughts.
To keep them in order.
and arrange them into their respective rooms,
But I'm still screaming as I write this.
Rather shakily.
Can't you tell?
The screeching sounds of the outside world have become too loud for my subconscious mind…
So it barricaded itself
Wanted to disappear
Leaving me all alone with my cryptic thoughts,
Each one entangled with the excruciating sounds of reality.
© Hannah.