little grain of pain
every thought a torture
aching in my grey matter
sunshine in my head
little beams of pain
paracetamol my shade
affording me no respite
still aching in my grey matter
eyes closed, darkness abounds
a pinprick of pain
keeping me insane
something to numb this
still i ache
walking in the rain
thinking of a way
something to hold on to
my hell in my head
still aching in my mind..
a hurt upstairs
pain in my head
all in my mind
reality a jumble
need to get rid of this HEADACHE!
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