i dont know why they always seem so dismal, thunder storms, snow, clouds and i slight drissel, whether it the weather or the letters by my bed somtimes death seems better then the migrain in my head
Am I the only one I know? Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat! Shadows will scream that I'm alone. But I know, we've made it this far, kid!
Let it be said what the headache represents. It's me defending in suspense. It's me suspended in a defenseless test. Being tested by a ruthless examiner. That's represented best by my depresss-ing thoughts!
I do not have writers block my writer just hates the clock, it will not let me sleep. I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead and sometimes death seems better then the migrain in my head