How constant you are,

from the surface of my skin, to the depth within.

Oh this pounding in my head,

the cephalalgy makes me want to drop dead.

Please just let me rest peacefully in my bed,

Though the sobriety I wish to endure won’t come.

Pills after pills,

And more pills still,

It won’t crush this rising affliction,

It’s most certainly not an addiction.

You prevent me from my task,

You crush all concentration in my path,

You’re a constant discomfort,

An ache in my brain,

I might just be going insane.

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