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My temples pummel out A throbbing skull Drumming on my edges Cracked bruises Hidden underneath my hair No one sees my pain Feeling dismissed by perceived delusions Neglect brings forth intensified loneliness A mystery unable to solve Potential brain damage Resting in purgatory Along the coastline of denial Where I appear all right Until another concussion Drags me to this tide Wanting to end my life As I drown to the chilly depth Wondering why my husband Hasn't thrown me a life jacket He tires of my imperfections As do I…. Severity thrown under The boat of exaggeration No one understands my head's sensitivity Not even me The judgements of being weak Of not being careful Arguments against enjoying life I am brought to a surplus of cries Aching sobs swim In my damaged head I'm confused and lines are blurred I'm scared and can't remember Noises storm Inside my ears transmitting corruption Comatose movements Ambushed by swelling spastic vibrations Blinding light Striking serrated razors between my eyes Weighted head Seeks detachment from its guardian How I wish people saw this concussion for what it is © Jl 2016
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Concussion
My temples pummel out A throbbing skull Drumming on my edges Cracked bruises Hidden underneath my hair No one sees my pain Feeling dismissed by perceived delusions Neglect brings forth intensified loneliness A mystery unable to solve Potential brain damage Resting in purgatory Along the coastline of denial Where I appear all right Until another concussion Drags me to this tide Wanting to end my life As I drown to the chilly depth Wondering why my husband Hasn't thrown me a life jacket He tires of my imperfections As do I…. Severity thrown under The boat of exaggeration No one understands my head's sensitivity Not even me The judgements of being weak Of not being careful Arguments against enjoying life I am brought to a surplus of cries Aching sobs swim In my damaged head I'm confused and lines are blurred I'm scared and can't remember Noises storm Inside my ears transmitting corruption Comatose movements Ambushed by swelling spastic vibrations Blinding light Striking serrated razors between my eyes Weighted head Seeks detachment from its guardian How I wish people saw this concussion for what it is © Jl 2016
#suicide#pain#sadness#hurt#head#loneliness#trauma#concussion
JessieLang
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JessieLang
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
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