I can't seem to think
of any words to say.
All I hear in my head,
is the quiet pulsing of my brain.
The blood vessels moving
in an uncomfortable way;
probably shrinking,
as this is a migraine.
My nose is all stuffy
and I can't seem to breath,
my throat is so sore
but it's not what you think.
I wish this was just a cold,
this sickness in my brain;
that would save me some lying,
and a whole lot of pain.
I came out of starvation,
and into a plane
where food rules my every word,
if you get what I'm saying.
I can't seem to think
of anything else'
but where my food might end up,
after it exits my mouth.
YOU ARE READING
Can't you see that I'm trying?
PoetrySo, this is where I'm going to dump all my poems. Feedback is greatly appreciated, even if it's tremendously negative ^.^ I would do dedications to everybody who follows me, but I think that it would be awkward if you were dedicated to a particularl...
