The Thoughts In My Head: Poetry

"Headaches"

I have this pain in my head
Sometimes I wonder if I'm better off dead
The throbbing veins
The pill bottle gains
Driving oneself insane
What's the use of all this strain?
Some say it's only a migraine
But to me,
I feel like my head is getting hit by a train
Sometimes I dance in the rain to ease the pain
Maybe I deserve all this abuse
I mean, my head is no use
Throwing up is no muse
They think my shaky legs are an excuse
How can they explain my loss of weight?
My lack of strength?
I've been to all the doctors
To me, they're just pill stockers
Double up the dosage
Because I can't handle these emotions