Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2013
I’ve got a pain in my head,
It might be a migraine
Or I might be almost dead.
I can barely see through this pain.
It’s got that smell,
And that distinct taste.
It’s like a little bit of ozone
Trapped within my head,
Forcing my eyes out.
It makes me wish,
That I were dead.
I don’t know what causes it,
But it happens often enough.
It could be a symptom
Of all these problems I have.
It could be a product
Of all these thoughts
Whizzing through my head.
I can’t make them stop,
And they won’t let me sleep.
I’m about ready to drop,
Sprawled at your feet.
I’m done with it all,
Please help me.
Because these thoughts,
That cause me so much pain,
Have a single source.
It’s you who makes me hate my brain.
The words of Twenty One Pilots hold true:
"I've got a migraine
and my pain will range from up down and sideways
thank God it's Friday
cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
cause Sunday's are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, cloud, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head"

Godammit my head hurts right now.
ALK
Written by
ALK  Maine
(Maine)   
498
   Emanuel Martinez
Please log in to view and add comments on poems