The pounding in my head
Can someone make it stop?
It screams out all that they said
I'm fearful I might just pop.
The sounds of all their chatter
It makes me want to die.
Now thinking about what they said
I'm afraid I might just try.
I can't remember when it wasn't like this
I simply now do my best to forget.
To forget those hurtful things they said
They don't even realize how much it hurts I bet.
But the thing that makes me cry the most
Is the mere fact that what they said is true.
But I'll go about my day and ignore
The pounding in my head and do just what I do.
I'll try to go on through the day
And think about other stuff.
Stuff like what tool I'll use to hurt myself tonight
While my eyes get wet red and puff.
My head is pounding but you don't see
You think it's just a playful joke.
But you don't see me late at night
When the things you all say truly provoke.
It provokes like a crab that will pinch and poke
They pinch and poke me to the edge of sanity.
At the edge here I do the worst things
If you looked at my body you would then see.
The pounding in my head makes me
Not a regular girl you usually meet.
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