Please, stop the
Stop the pounding, knocking, thumping.
Please, stop the motion
Stop the bouncing, stamping, jumping.
I can’t handle anymore,
I can’t cope any longer,
My brain is getting weaker,
The bonds are getting stronger.
My struggle is useless,
I’m stuck in this abyss,
The pain is increasing,
In crave quiet and peace.
Inside my head is a bell,
That incessantly peals and rings.
The sound reverberates in my head,
No sign of the pain it brings.
If I could only speak to the bell,
Tell it of the suffering caused
Inside my head, it may respond
And stop the noise, out of remorse.
Or it may laugh.
And respond with a louder peal,
Leaving me screaming on the floor.
The bell, blissfully unaware of the pain I feel.
I have come to live with the bell,
After years of suffering and pain,
I have overcome the noise, the aching
Is like a steady shower of rain.
But showers always worsen.
And storms are born from within.
The pressure starts to escalate,
Once again the pain begins.
At the end of the mid storm,
As the patter of rain starts to slow,
I search a desperate search of condolence,
I search for my mind rainbow.