The Storm Inside Our Brain V.2

My brain is boundless;

It's easy to get lost there.

My thoughts are

An endless storm;

It's effortless to see unclear.

My Emotions wax

And wane like waves;

I wonder which it'll be today?

The Masses are unbeknown

To what's brewing.

I'm imploding!

I wonder if the supernova

Will have influence?

Outwardly gifted,

Means the inside is cursed.

The thoughts get so loud,

My brain starts to hurt.

So I drink to quiet the storm,

Praying the next sip will work.

With the waning of the waves,

Comes back the pain.

So I get so damn high,

I lose touch with sane.

When I finally come down,

It's back to the masses and my brain.

So I become cold and numb,

Hoping I'll feel nothing;

But boundless is inescapable,

And the cycle starts again.