Hundreds of thoughts and images struggling in my head, no law or order can sort them out. each thought is screaming, breaking, crashing things, only to be heard, it knows it has the right of freedom of speech.
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to crush my head, with a bullet, with a hammer, with anything to make these images stop.
(Please, I can’t look at them anymore.)
Dear Brain, Dont Scream, Dont Cry, I’m deaf to all your calls.