Something clearly
Is awry
When I need sumatriptan
To get by
But to those migraine pills
I owe my soul
Because I can just about function
When my head is dulled
Ahhh
Relief as it finally ebbs away
But all I really achieve
Is saving this pain for another day
YOU ARE READING
my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
