Brie Nicole Inked

Noise. Relentless, thunderous, impossible to quiet. It crashes through my skull, a chaotic orchestra of racing thoughts and overlapping fears. Scenarios spin themselves endlessly: what if, why didn’t I, how could I? My mind replays regrets and possibilities on repeat, each one sharper than the last. I search for silence, for that safe haven by the water where the world slows and my breath should steady. But even there, the noise clings to me, a persistent static that buries hope beneath its crushing weight. I feel it battering my resolve, fragmenting the pieces of myself I thought were unbreakable. My vision blurs; the clear path I once followed is gone, not hidden, but annihilated—erased as if it never existed. Every moment, the noise presses harder, forcing screams from my throat, wringing desperate prayers from my lips for just one moment of peace. But nobody answers. How could they, when even I can’t hear my own voice through the storm? Thoughts tangle, fuse, distort. All that remains is noise. Overwhelming, inescapable. I am lost inside it. I am drowning in the noise.