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"