My head is no longer part of me.
It has it's own ideas of what it wants to be.
It is often full of morbid pain.
I wonder what I did to deserve "this" brain?
With no control anymore of my life.
I feel as though my brain has been sacrificed.
My head is no longer part of me.
I want no part of this, cant you see?
What can be done to salvage what's left?
This brutal pain will end only in death.
Until then I will try to survive
with this "head" of mine that's barely alive.
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everything about this poem is me. migraine will be the death of me. sad...
Hi Leigh.... yeah.... that's my brain... used to post a lot, but it really doesn't do any good, doesn't change anything. You can have the best specialist, neuro, or dr. in the world and just because you're still in pain doesn't mean it's the drs. fault but most will post it is. I don't agree with that.
I am so frustrated that no one gets it in my family. They just don't get it.
I'm really just sick of my hair falling out from preventions, and losing memory. Tried of trying all the drugs to see which ones work. I think I'm about to just give up on this .... not like I'm ever going to win the battle anyway.
well i definitely get it. my hair fell out with one preventive i took. i started losing memory after my first admission into the hospital. i was there 8 days. five of which i thought my head was seriously going to explode. this last admission to the hospital (3 days ago) was much easier now that they know the drug to give me however my state of mind has entered a new phase. i can't go through this pain anymore. it's too much. i loved your poem. if i could write that is what i would have written.
Trust me I can't write.. it's prob got all kinds of errors in it. ha! but.... i just put on paper what I feel... you can't go wrong with that.