Locked in the bathroom
In a doom scroll
On the verge of tears
Barely
Holding them back
With the screen in my hands
So much chaos
Disjointed murmurings in my head
It gets so loud sometimes
Almost audible gibbering monsters
Screaming in my ringing ears
That are encased in silence
And I can't move
From my position on the floor
Earlier my little me
Had me pick from a page of faces
Pictures of "WHAT AM I FEELING?"
I feel distracted
Overwhelmed
Like there are a million flies in my head
And I can't move
I can't think
I need quiet
I need to not be needed
I need to retreat like a wild Wolf
Licking my wounds
Burning them out with fever in the dark
But there is no place for my Wolf
There is no safe place for me
And these stolen moments are not enough
To keep me from breaking at the seams.
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