headache
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"I can’t do homework.Now, you probably think I’m wrong, right?
You want to make right this wrong in my mind that makes me say… “can’t”.
Can’t do this
Can’t do that
Wording, words, thinking think-Pulsing backwards, concentration and circulation continuing, but pulsing is all I feel.Everything turns fuzzy, my mind, my life, my eyes, picturesque moments begin to fog up.
It was Valentine’s Day of 2013 when I began wishing you would vanish into an endless black hole. I lied in a hard hospital bed, with wires protruding from every inch of my body. I cried in pain and in fear of this unforgiving migraine. I know I w
I saw fateful stars,
Not twinkling with lullaby dust,
But searing, scorching, bright
with meteoric impact.
I stumbled into black,
a murky, messy plight
of blurry edges, hollow words.
Starting off slowly and just under the radar.
Waiting for a chance to strike when least expected.
Always trying to outlast medication and shots.
Pounding.
Searing.
Blinding.
Stabbing.
I know what this is.
This is the hammer you wield
Pounding against my head.
Though you are no Thor,
But rather a monster
There's snot in my nose
And a pounding in my head.
I don't wanna be at school.
I'd much rather be in BED.
Teacher, quit your talking,
guys, just please shut up!
I want my fuzzy blanket,
