It hurts The pain echoes through my skull Bouncing around like a ****** rubber ball Bang Bang Bang I want to feel better I want to feel normal And all the regular things from yesterday Feel so, so far away Like nothing will return to how it was And the fear will linger forever
Migraine is not a headache. I don't know if I can see now, and my entire body is worn out. There is so much pain and fear and uncertainty.
I, am a walking headache. My figure parts beams of others' light my coming-- like an aura that signifies a migraine, accompanied by-- the passing unnamed, unnecessary, blips of luminesence that, is my signal to both come, and to go.