The noises

Some days it won’t stop

Some days it’s quiet

Some days I want to scream and

Some days I want to drift away

But the noises always come back

There a hard-jabbing throb in the back of my mind

It's eating me alive

I can’t escape because there too much to do

But too little time

I’m constantly thinking and there are moments where I want

To be brain-dead

To have a clear mind

But I can’t because I’m constantly being challenged

Constantly being on the move

this anxiety is too overwhelming

This noise won’t just disappear

It’s the point in my life where I don’t know anything anymore

It’s stress