stopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitSTOPITSTOPSTOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPIT.
No, no, no, what are you doing!?
Why do you keep doing this?!
(whywhywhywhywhywhywhwywhywhy)
Your thoughts don't go there, you know they don't belong there. But if you don't put them there, you don't know where else to put them, and if you keep them they're just going to keep stabbing you behind the eyes, burrowing into the crevices of your cerebrum where you can't reach them and stretching their sharp fingers down to the base of your throat.
STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP.
(leave it alone, leave yourself alone, shh, sleep)
It burns.
There they go again, chittering, warring with each other, frazzled scribbles of LOUDNESS, all eruptions in your eardrums. Your head can't hold them all, they get so cramped it feels like your brain is going to burst, and then they take it upon themselves to seep down into the other places you don't want them. They fall into your eyes, corrupt your vision until you don't see people anymore.
You see big, hollow mouths moving in manic, taunting laughter, black blood and red diarrhea flooding out and it's filth, filth, filth, filth expelled right at you.
You are filth. Maybe it spills toward you so you can absorb more of it and stuff your starved pockets where worth might go if you bothered to put in any effort.
Don't tell me you try, quit lying to me, I know you, I am you, you can't hide.
Stop hiding.
STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPstopstopstopstopstopstopstop.
(pathetic)
You and your curdled-milk lungs, infested capillaries, tar between your thighs. Just quit, give it up, I know where you are, I can hear you breathing. I can hear the thoughts come out, they're overflowing again, aren't they?
Are they ever not?
(please, please, don't look at me, if you know where I am, just let me stay there, turn away)
Fine.
It's fine, everything's fine. You can handle this.
See, now there's a smile. It's nice, but please put your teeth back in if you plan to keep it there.