Migraine. I feel this pain again and it isn't fair. It's always here, every second of the day. You ask me how I'm feeling, no shit I'll say I'm fine.
"cause sometimes to stay alive you've got to kill your mind."
I understand what you're saying, I know exactly what you mean. I do that every day. They call it obsession, they say I have a problem. But my problem is the restless nights where I stay up and pretend I'm not me. My obsession is with lies and not being myself. I'm in love with not being me.I always say I want to die but I'm afraid of what I'll leave behind. Again I do not care what others think but I do, don't you? I'm scared you'll hate me all over again. You hated me since before we had met. It wasn't you you. It was somebody else. But humans are humans, all the same in a similar way.
Damnit. Not again. I've only woken up now and yet the angst in my mind still hasn't made me awake. I want to see if others can bare pain the same way I do. Is my complaining for attention? Do I fake cry to be noticed? Why do I say I can't cry? SOMEBODY LOOK AT ME!! MY HEAD HURTS AND IT JUST WON'T STOP!!! I-I-I-I'VE GOT A MIGRAINE!!
Don't you see? I'm an attention seeker! I want attention because I can't ask for help. Somebody notice. See my exaggerations. Help me. Take it. I've never outed this secret of mine, but in a book it might be worth it.
Secretly quietly in time your end will come. Mine was here a while ago. Still it passed me up. Again.