Migraine

Pounding in my head without escape,

Wanting to go out,

Feeling trapped in my own cage.

Steel covers me all around,

With a bullet in my hand

With a lifeless heart in the other,

With hands filled of blood

With hands filled of hope.

Crashing into a wall,

Over and over again.

Hitting my held up high head,

Over and over again.

How my own pain is left untouched,

How pills drop into me,

How life goes on,

How nobody cares,

How nobody dares to believe,

There is something seriously wrong with me.

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