Everyday plagued by thoughts that call to me,
Make me feel as though there is no escape,
Call me to be callous to those near me,
Make me want to run from everyone.
Others don't understand,
The thing that brings me solace is not accepted at home.
Home, the place I grew up,
Leaves me unable to escape my own thoughts.
My solace that helps me drown out the painful thoughts,
Distracts me from what goes through my head
Music the light at the end of the tunnel,
The piece of peace in my life.
Thoughts resonate in the back of my head,
Unheard but not unnoticed.
There but ignored, just like me
They stay there, waiting for me to notice them
To accept what they say, to hear their screams
When I do listen the only thing felt is the pain in my heart
Our thoughts are the loudest voices we hear
They know what will cause the most pain, most anger, most emotion
Their screams break through, unwanted but always present
Even with a solace they are still heard,
The pain behind their words prominent.
The knowing words call to your faults, your pain
The words that are said cause a mix of feelings,
Pain, worry, fear, anger, helplessness
The pain of a loss, the worry of failure,
The anger towards a bully, the helplessness of a child.
The inability to be the same, the need for a mask,
The feeling of emptiness when people leave you.
It's at those moments when you realize that isolation doesn't help
It's at those moments when you see how much progress was made
We notice how strong we are because of those screams,
We notice the pain in others who need help
We notice that we don't need everyone, just certain people
Congratulations, you made it
The loudest thought are the negative ones,
But they are not the only ones, there is still good.
They tell a different story, the story of greatness,
The story of growth, the story of you, the story of a survivor.
Their calls drowned out most of the time,
But they are still there cheering for you, trying to be heard
The sound of thoughts can be put in different ways
Some people write, some sing or rap, some make music
Others live with those sounds stuck in their heads
Unable to free themselves from the harsh thoughts
Our lives are spent with these thoughts and we learn to live with them
In reality we need to learn to express them, free them from our heads
We need to learn to bring peace to our minds.
