Leading to Sick Stomach
This voice in my head won't be quiet
It's giving me a deadly headache
My vision is becoming blurry
I'm losing my consciousness
I will pass out very soon
I can feel it creeping towards me
My brain feels cranky and throws a fit
Much like a caged animal from the wild
This is not like my normal boredom
I want to pluck my eyes out
I want to feel the blood flowing
And quiet my head and mind
I'm starving for the nourishment
My body's withering away slowly
Not enough food in the home
I'm starving from everything I know
This headache is due to exhaustion
Can't get sleep in my bedroom
No meals except for supper
It's all making me very weak
I'm becoming fidgety and shaky
Maybe like a seizure
The boys are eating Subway
And my mouth won't stop watering
My sense of smell is irritating
Making my head ache more
I want to block out everything
But my senses won't allow me
Each smell burns my nose
Each ray shocks my eyes
Each hard seat hurts my body
Each sound vibrates my brain to pain
My legs are crawling; circulation gone
The pulse is pounding at my temple
It's like a balloon that's going to pop
This pounding has been repeating
Repeating like a broken record
For three hours straight
Same room, same chair, same light
All leading to my sick stomach
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