Tuesday, 21 October 2014

MRs.MIGRAINE

I don't know what I did this time
To trigger the anger of my migraine.
Torturing me, no warning or reason
I try to be the perfect child.
When she visits, I got no choice to kneel at her feet,
presenting and preparing her pills and naps.
Each morning,no partial,I provide her my full attention,
sometimes I feel like running away when she snatches me,but m helpless
sometimes I feel very irry looking into her selfishness and hunts me to the hell,having to give up evrythg fr her sake
I ask if there’s anything I can do.
Then sometimes she slow down with no explanation
Knocking me to the hell.
She waits for three days and sometimes a week until I give up
And can only hope to die.

Then she laughs selfishly
As if she is really me.

Then sometimes she slow down with no explanation
Knocking me to the hell.
She waits for three days and sometimes a week until I give up
And can only hope to die.
Every night I check on her,

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