i overthought the title of this poem.

a throbbing headache

lingers in my brain

if my mind's a palace

i'm a prisoner, confined in chains

peace of mind is a virtue

a luxury not meant for people like me

i'm trapped, begging for mercy

for freedom i beg and beg and plea

every word of every conversation

every second replays in my head for hours

once beautiful moments turn into disasters

everything has thorns, even flowers

why am i like this, is my mind cursed?

my thoughts scream louder than my voice

my thoughts drown out what's outside

my thoughs are a constant background noise

i find myself longing for an end,

longing for the silence of death

maybe i'll finally find harmony

as i'm taking my last breath

does she like me?

does she find me pretty?

does she enjoy my company

or does she speak to me out of pity?

i think they hate me

maybe i should stop speaking

am i being too much?

maybe i should just stop fucking breathing.

endless questions curse me,

haunt me as im chasing sleep

if my brain is an ocean

i'm drowning in the deep

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