I think this searing in my brain,
is the root of my pain.
Because it hurts and it hurts,
and most of my strain
is behind my eyes.
An ache I can't shake,
one that leaves me dizzy and willing to die.
Oh
and let's not forget my pit for a stomach
that doesn't want to stay down.
Acid creeping up my throat that will never reach my mouth.
But my brain doesn't want to leave.
I wish it would back its bags and go,
taking with it the dots before my eyes and
the broken glass behind my smile.
And I just want it all to go away,
leave me be for another day.
But I know that it won't happen,
I'll just end up dealing with it again.
I always deal with it again.
And I only just deal.
There's no cure.
There's no way to take away the pain.
Because it's genetics,
cursed ones I've been passed with.
Genetics that run deep
and I want to curse her if not that she deals too.
Only dealing.
Never breathing.
Never loving.
Never living.
To be honest
I don't know if I'll find love with this,
the strains of my mind.
Because not even my family understands.
It's just a headache to give me excuses to bitch.
Yeah well I'd like to see them try
to carry the world and not cry.
Because this would make me drown in tears
if I wasn't in a drought.
I just want an out.
An exit,
a way to escape.
But it's a nightmare
so many people face,
so I guess I really do just bitch
because I'm not the only bitch
to suffocate because of this.
And this is just a rant,
but I seem to do that a lot
when I'm so high on nothingness
that I can't keep track of my thoughts.
//I just wrote this and don't feel like editing so enjoy the rambling//
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