Just to much

Too many voices in my head
so i turned up the music and now they are dead.

Too bright in my room,
so i turned off the lights but now i cant see in this gloom.

The cold was to fierce,
so i started i fire that feels hot enough to pierce.

The words crowded the page,
so i ripped it up in a rage.

These things are proof of the bad,
But no longer make me sad.