A sharp pointy stick impaling me
Inhaling the atmosphere
It's blue
Dark blue
Dark blue
Now as the words are failing me
Inhaling the atmosphere
It's blue
It's fading
It's fading

Any given moment the words won't swim
They stream, a flow of constant thought that's drowning me
I need to breathe
My heart is choking
Not so broken
As in disrepair
In the ocean
So it seems
Everyone I thought I knew
Drifting further away,
Their escape fueled by my own words and actions
As I try to keep the tears at bay
The only way to stop this is to stop thinking

No longer streaming out, but bouncing around
A cage of ping-pong balls
Each encrypted with a thought
No way out
Only new things entering
Constant echoes, constant ring
Of voices seemingly long forgotten surfacing again
Those moments you've tried so hard to forget

Maybe the bouncing stops
But your mind is pressured
The weight of the world on your skull
On your chest
On you
Leaving you as the defender
But defenseless, a beginner
Not even understanding what you were placed to do
But still, that decision falls to you
You catch it
Tactfully attempt to balance it
Tact failing, the weight of the world crashes to the ground
Shattering you along with it

...

What now?