My head hurts constantly
With the pressure of these things I cannot think of
My head will explode and I
Will splatter like red paint on a canvas because
I tell everyone that
I am an art teacher and they think that maybe
Maybe I am worth more
I can't explain that there is a literal hammer in my head
It's there and I can never grab it
Since I was eight it decided to call me home like that's all I am
Like I am only worth suffering
I carved out myself
Like I was a Jack-o-Lantern
Now I just compare
Myself in shitty euphemisms
My head hurts so much all the time this beating pounding in my brain constant
And I scream
I scream PLEASE PLEASE make it stop stop before it's that time again I end
I'll end up
Puking my guts into a toilet and praying that someone will make the
Pain stop PLEASE
because my brain is murdering me and it seems like I want to die PLEASE
YOU ARE READING
Lured By Life
Poetryso you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
