darling
Can't you please make it stop?
my head is filled with noise
an amphitheater for crazy debates
but they shouldn't need my brain to work out this nonsense.
I hear you saying it's not but then
where am i
in this psychobabble and
where are you in what you've said?
You said that this was real
but reality's a shadow
and I use it to escape the forms the words take in my head
(I'll burst)
It's not big enough to boast them all
(I'm not nice enough to host them all)
And this rattling sound,
is it me breathing? Or is it my heart,
and what is this pounding
here comes the rushing all over again
Can't you make it stop?
Darling.
please.
make it stop.
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