Thoughts, thoughts, feel them ebb and flow.
They tickle and tumble, tilting vertigo.
Complex triggers, well woven with time,
Their voices scream, and I’m a mess in my mind.
Don’’t look to the others, they can’t help you now,
You’re lost in these voices, and you’ll drown in the crowd.
Loss of air, as the words grip you tighter, you’ll look back on the days
When your soul had been lighter.