When the thoughts get loud, I don’t feel like me. I don’t feel like I’m in my body. I feel myself walking, but I’m not here.
When the thoughts get loud, I begin look at life and see what’s going on around me, And how it would move on Even if I chose to leave.
When the thoughts get loud, I ruin friendships and relationships. I push away those closest to me, Desperately hoping for them to come back.
When the thoughts get loud, I become very aware of others.
I wonder if somebody else in the grocery store feels the way I do.
I wonder if she just got done crying before walking in.
I wonder if she took hours to get out of bed today.
I wonder if she also hasn’t eaten in four days.
I look around to see if I’m the only one.
It always feels like I’m the only one,
When my thoughts get loud.