Skull’s a padded cell, lined with panic
Each thought ricochets off the bone
Brain's swollen with static
But I’m trapped here, alone

The pressure builds behind my temples
Jaw tight, eyes twitch, neck sore
Every whisper turns violent
Then loops back louder than before

I blink but the images stay
Thoughts like fists that won’t decay
This isn’t noise, it’s a drill
Boring into me against my will

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Tension winding tight from the inside up
Skull cracking from the fight I breathe
Trying to scream through locked teeth

Can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t make it stop
Headlocked in a pressure I can’t drop

Sinuses swell with rage
Forehead pulsing red
Every idea’s a jackhammer
Breaking peace inside my head

The crown of me’s gone sour
My cortex coils like wire
My brainstem’s burning hours
Fueling thoughts I can't retire

I chew on silence, grind it down
But even quiet starts to pound
Every nerve’s a fuse that’s lit
Inside this cranium I can’t quit

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Each throb a verdict I’m unworthy of
Tension locked in my frontal lobe
Clenched so hard, I implode

Can’t breathe, can’t blink, can’t make it stop
Headlocked in a brain that forgot how to drop

There’s a war behind my forehead
A riot under skin
No one sees the bruising
But I’m breaking deep within

My temples count the seconds
In pulses loud and grim
If thoughts could leave bruises
My skull would cave in

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Clawing through my brain like it's not enough
Nerves snapping like rubber bands
Cranium cracked by my own hands

Can’t breathe, can’t blink, can’t make it stop
Headlocked, and it’s all I’ve got

My mind is the cage
My skull is the lock
I built this pressure
Now I can’t make it stop

Headlocked

Mama’s got that faraway look
Lipstick smudged on picture books
Microwave meals, TV laughs
While I hide my wrappers in the trash

Told me I was her little treat
Chocolate cheeks and sticky feet
But bedtime came and so did screams
The kind that echo into dreams

She said, “Don’t worry, love, I’m fine”
Then bit her nails down past the line

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
She’d break me off, then break again
Trade my silence for pretend
I smiled like sugar on her tongue
But every snap undid the fun
Wrapped me up in store-bought hugs
Then left me melting in the rug

She used to hum my lullabies
Now she just stares with candy eyes
Red foil dreams on paper plates
I learned young how sugar breaks

Cartons piled beside her bed
Crumbs like words she never said
She loved me best when I was still
When I stayed sweet and didn’t spill 

The couch became a second grave
Where all her broken KitKats stayed

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
She bit the parts that made me whole
Then blamed me when I didn’t fold
A treat she’d save then throw away
When pain returned and skies turned gray
She snapped my love like candy wood
And said, “You’ll heal. You always should.”

Snap, snap—can you hear it now?
The sound of love that’s not allowed
I crumbled quiet in her lap
She kissed my cheek, then took her nap

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
Now the foil’s torn, and I can see
I was a snack, not family
She left me half in plastic wrap
A sugar kid in her relapse
Not broken—just uneaten yet
Still waiting for what love forgets

Snap me once, I don’t resist
Snap me twice, I cease to exist
Put me back in silver sleeves
Say I’m sweet, then let me leave

I was just a KitKat...
And you never finished me.

KitKats

The room is quiet, shadows in the corners,
Your hand brushes mine and my chest swells.
Nothing speaks but the hum of our hearts,
Every breath between us a secret spell.

Fingers trace lines we can’t put into words,
Every glance lingers, tethered and sweet.
The world falls away, leaving only us,
In the silence, our hearts drum in sync.

I lean in closer, every inhale is yours,
Your warmth filling the space where sound is gone.
A quiet storm of pulse and skin,
Every touch a whisper we can’t hide.

Gilded silence, honey dripping for us
Buzzing quiet, hearts beating without fuss
Golden hush, nectar trails in the air
Only we can share

Soft sighs float like golden dust,
Every heartbeat a signal I can trust.
Your presence lingers, warm and near,
In gilded silence, only we appear.

Buzzing quiet, hearts beating loud
Golden threads weaving us in a shroud
Every pulse a secret, sticky and sweet
In this silence, only we meet

Gilded silence, honey dripping for us
Buzzing quiet, hearts beating without fuss
Golden hush, nectar trails in the air
Only we can share

Gilded silence…
Buzzing hearts…
Golden stillness…
Forever honeyed…

Gilded Silence

Three words a paragraph, that’s all I hear,
Fill in the blanks, pretend it’s clear.
Their laughter blurs, their voices blend,
And I’m still guessing by the end.

Every nod is a gamble, a guess,
Each phrase becomes another test.
My head’s a maze of missing lines,
Trying to finish someone else’s mind.

You see me smile, but I’m decoding pain,
Each word a thread through static rain.
By the time I piece it all in place,
The moment’s gone — another race.

Three words a paragraph, that’s my day,
Filling the silence the wrong way.
You talk too fast, I fall behind,
Then you ask if I’m slow — or blind.

I’m not slow, I’m just tired of sound,
Of chasing meaning that won’t stay around.
Three words a paragraph, that’s my fight,
Building sense out of broken light.

Conversations move, I fade in and out,
Everyone sure, while I’m filled with doubt.
“Keep up,” you say, with that little frown —
But you’ve never lived where words drown.

By the time I catch your tone,
You’ve moved on, left me alone.
And I’m stuck between “I got it” and “Wait,”
With a migraine pounding at the gate.

You call it effort, I call it survival,
Each word a puzzle, each day a trial.
I hear enough to make it worse,
Half-understanding feels like a curse.

Three words a paragraph, that’s my day,
Filling the silence the wrong way.
You talk too fast, I fall behind,
Then you ask if I’m slow — or blind.

I’m not slow, I’m just tired of sound,
Of chasing meaning that won’t stay around.
Three words a paragraph, that’s my fight,
Building sense out of broken light.

"Did you get that?"
No. I got pieces.
"You saw me, right?"
Yeah — but your lips were in motion blur.
"You’re smart, just focus harder."
I am. I always am.
And that’s the problem.

Every word you drop feels heavy,
Each syllable spinning, unsteady.
By the time I rest my brain,
The silence hums like phantom pain.

Three words a paragraph, that’s my world,
Every sound a flag unfurled.
You think I’m quiet — I’m just done,
Trying to chase what can’t be won.

I’m not slow, I’m just tired of sound,
Of building sense that breaks me down.
Three words a paragraph, that’s my truth,
Still hearing less — but feeling proof.

"Did you get that?"
…Not all of it.
But enough to know I tried.

Three Words a Paragraph

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Three Words a Paragraph

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