Zoning out.
The sounds buzz
a little too close,
like bees
trying to get inside.
You lose your mind,
little by little every time.
The next words are a blur.
A stream of unconscious noise,
filling the dead air
in between your ears.
You start to twitch,
it's like your heart
is beating
too slowly or maybe too quick.
You grip your neck tightly
trying to find a pulse
but nothing
is coming through.
You've felt this empty room a million times.
In crowded places it's so much worse.
You feel exposed,
confused,
like the walls
are closing in on you.
It's no use,
you think.
Falling
before you give yourself
the chance to sink.
It's a mess,
scribbled drawings
cover the walls of your mind.
It's a mess.
You feel like your mind is not working,
you feel stressed.
It's a mess.
A wastepaper bin filled to the brim
with empty thoughts
over which you skim,
realising that none
fit the situation
you currently find yourself in.
So, you crawl through the clutter,
all the time in the real world
you just stand and sort of mutter.
Not making much sense.
Overstimulated by the lights,
the sounds.
Overwhelmed by the thoughts
screaming loud.
So, you begin to shut down.
Standing slouched,
like a deer in the headlights.
Slowly giving up the fight.
Sometimes you just need to step back.
and observe yourself.
Sometimes you need to leave
and let music soothe.
Breathe.
ITS NOT AS BAD AS YOU THINK.
Breathe.
ITS NOT AS BAD AS YOU THINK.
Breathe.
Let the air fill your lungs,
then feel it leave.
You are still alive,
and every step forwards is a win,
even if it sometimes
takes a while to sink in.
Thanks for reading
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