Too tired to think
Not properly anymore anyway.
Too much, too soon, too often.
It all makes my head swim.
I want it to stop.
I want to stop.
I don't know about living.
But stopping sounds nice.
Stopping time, breath, thoughts.
Whatever it is, whatever all of this shit is, I just want to make it stop.
I want to scream till I can't hear myself anymore.
Not till my voice fades.
Till it bleeds and I can finally drown out my own sorrow.
Then maybe I'll be acknowledged.
Maybe someone will hear it.
Because people tend to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to suffering.
I couldn't scream loud enough to make you hear.
I couldn't cry hard enough to make y