As I toss and turn trying to sleep
I keep hitting my head against the wall.
Every time I drift off
My head connects with purple painted plaster.
It's a never ending repetition,
A headache stuck on repeat
As soon as one ends another begins.
I try to stop, I do.
But there is something comforting about
this dull pain, some simple wall
brings to my brain.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
As I toss and turn trying to sleep
I keep hitting my head against the wall.
Every time I drift off
My head connects with purple painted plaster.
It's a never ending repetition,
A headache stuck on repeat
As soon as one ends another begins.
I try to stop, I do.
But there is something comforting about
this dull pain, some simple wall
brings to my brain.
