My brain is sick, this I know.
The aches in my head will come and go;
Yet here I am waiting for this pain to leave,
I've been waiting so long I'm beginning to disbelieve.
My head it aches from thoughts overthunk,
My heart now feels heavy, how low it has sunk.
Maybe one day, I'll just scoop out my brain,
And maybe that day will bring an end to my pain.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
