Lying on the floor, hands on my head, covering my overwhelmed ears. Begging, pleading, for the throbbing - the voices - to stop. I can't deal with it anymore, but it won't let up. It follows me everywhere, waiting to strike me at my worst, causing me to collapse in pain.
The pain in my head.
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Never Ending Poems
PoetryPoems I write daily, based on my personal emotions that I feel, but express in poems.
