POUND, POUND, POUND
my head is killing me
looking at anything hurts
it's like if someone took a knife and
STAB, STAB, STAB
I don't know why it hurts so bad
my eyes overflow with tears
it's a migraine
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP
there's my heartbeat
it makes my head hurt worse
please stop
THRUM, THRUM, THRUM
I just want to sleep but I can't
medicine not helping
what am I supposed to do?
POUND, POUND, POUND

Pounding,
Throbbing,
Stinging pain.

It keeps punching,
Kicking,
At my brain.

I can't see out of my eye.
Not with this,
This solid grip.
Slowly tightening around it.

My vision is cut off,
My pain unbearable.
No one can help me from this deathlike grasp,
Because Migraine has a hold of me now.

taste of espresso in between my teeth
my caffeinated mind, buzzing with rainbow zig zags
boom. a shock wave wracks my intellect
and a three-dimensional bass is lodged behind my ears.

i can hear everything and nothing
silence is fuzz, with cracks of awkward
hope is brought by tiny silver fish
they swim all over my arms, leaving water tracks on my skin

so i slip,
and stumble over my own feet.
my tongue is tied
i feel myself falling behind.

coffee hits me hard

Last time I was hung over,
     I was wearing
               the wrong face.

Having a headache,
                  blurs perception,
     I picked the wrong me
                                 to display.

Slithering through the darkness,
Always there,
Always waiting,
Never leaving.
I feel it like an ever-present headache,
A sensation that won't go away
No matter how hard I try.
The uncomfortable sensation follows me
Everywhere.
Hanging out with friends, working by myself,
Eating, reading, even sleeping it is there.
My dreams are troubled, my imaginations
Disturbing and unsettling.
I can't control the constant gnawing,
Clawing, grasping at my flesh,
Trying to find a purchase,
Trying to become a permanent part of me.
What it doesn't know is that it already
Possesses me, completely dominating
My soul, my mind, and my heart.
Everyone has a demon.
What is yours?

There's a cat living in my head
and he's redecorating.
Clawing at the sides of my skull,
tearing down the wall paper that was there.
But he doesn't seem fond of putting up something new,
just wants to leave the gouges so the pain can seep through.

He doesn't travel far.
To the back and then the front again,
but he never strays to the left.
He hugs the right wall of my head
like he'll die if he tries to leave
Just digging new trenches as he goes

When he feels really inspired
he gets a hammer and
BANG
BANG
BANG
new places that throb and throb for hours
never leaving me at peace
but he's happy with what he's created

I've been told there's a piece of metal I can get
to lock him out, keep him out, and throw away the key
some people say it worked for them and I'm just hoping
that it also works for me