A storm of thought and vitriol
Storming around my head;
Self-harm practically habitual,
What others could do in my stead.

Thoughts

Thoughts

Thoughts

Nothing good, nothing healthy;
Vile and horrid and tempestuous noise,
And constant begging to be free,
More noise. More noise. More noise.

And then

I see you

And for just a moment
Everything's okay again