The hammers banging on my head.

The constant wish that I were dead.

(Can replace this line with “these feelings and thoughts i just can’t shed” if I’m preforming it)

My thoughts are so loud,

Like someone is holding shift.

Sound goes away, my only wish.

Silence was a priceless gift.

The shame.

The migraine.

The thought that everyone knows that I’m in pain,

Kinda like fame.

The paperazzi that I can’t tame.

Flashing lights and urgent yells that are in my brain.

The wish for them to go away.

The pills I take to get it out of my way

Popping naproxen and zofran like taffy

Pills are my only way to be okay

Taking Prozac like my favorite candy.

Anything to make me feel happy.