Aloud

An open letter to a world that won’t listen

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Depressive thoughts,
Intrusive thoughts,
Depressive thoughts,
Intrusive thoughts,
Depressive thoughts,
Intrusive thoughts.

OCD,
Depression,
OCD,
Depression,
OCD,
Depression.

Am I making you
Crazy?
Are you losing your mind?
Is this loop poisoning
Your air?
Am I haunting your spine?

Am I breaking your
Perfect,
Neat little world,
Where no illnesses 
Crawl
And no defects emerge?

Am I making you
Dizzy
With discomfort
And disgust?
Well that’s funny
I’d say,

Because you don’t know
Half the discomfort
And disgust
I walk through every day
Just to call myself alive
On this globe of dust.

Repetition must make you
Nauseous,
It quickens your blood, doesn’t it?
You should have heard it
Break my brain that day
I decided to breathe with caution,

Or listened to the darkness
That fills the alleys
And valleys of my mind.
It even peaks the peaks
And storms the lit hallways
At night.

My thoughts become toxic,
The corners of my mind
Become shrines
For the epiphanies of
Disease, emptiness
And self-inflicted crimes.

But to you it’s all good
Until I mention the
Words that shouldn’t
Be said in crowds,
They make you
Uncomfortable.

But I’ll stand here with defiant hands
And sing at the top of my lungs,
Here’s the rhythm of my song:
I’ll say them anyway
And I’ll say them
Aloud.