I think I’m dying.
.
.
.
Funny thing for a teen to say

But my thoughts…

Oh my thoughts

Like to ruin all the tenderness I see.

I think I’m dying the Thinker’s Death.
Woe to those who hold their breath
and destroy a situation by the thoughts they forget to reign in
they are left to fight the imaginary BATTLES resulting from the cave-in..

The stink of overthinking permeates their very being.
until the morning you’ve found them, taken by the suffocation at the hands of their own thoughts’ thoughts.

It’s a vicious cycle we all struggle with daily.

Or maybe it’s just me…

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To the Person Who’s Soul Has Died

I know that the world has ended for you.

And I know that you don’t want to talk to anybody, much less get out of your room.

I know that the only thing you want to do right now is fling yourself onto your bed, curl up in a ball, and squeeze yourself as tightly as you can.

You do that. Just do that.

I know what other people are saying, I know what the world says, I know what you’ve said and what you’ve thought.

Just forget all that for now and stop.

Breathe.

Sit and listen.

Cry or sleep or run a marathon if that’s what you want. This moment is for you and only you.

I know what you’re feeling.

Just stay silent.

Think.

Or don’t think.