What's In My Head

My Days

It's just another day of me crying from the massive migraine, speeding thoughts, reoccurring memories and occasionally racing heartbeat.

It's just another day of wondering if anyone cares, if no one notices my heavily depressed state. There has been no "are you ok" or "is there anything wrong", I know I wouldn't answer it truthfully - which would be a waste of words because nobody cares about my truth - telling them ’’I'm fine’’ ‘’I'm okay’’ and them just brushing it off pretending nothing happened, like you never just walked in on me crying on the floor banging my head on the legs of the bed whaling in pain from an unseen pressure on my brain.

Just another day of thinking about everything I see, hear, feel, touch, picking it apart defining it from every point of view because one most be right and it would break me if I was wrong. I hate begin wrong, it leaves me paranoid about being stupid for not being able to come up with such a simple answer.

                                 Average nobody