One, two -what do I do? Three, four- bang my head on the door. Five, six- on with the ice picks. Seven, eight -this is my date. Nine, ten -here we go again. Eleven, twelve -I think I've gone to hell. I have horrific pain in my brain.The skull demons think my head is their home for hosting the "war zone". This fight will go on and on for hours, even for days. I wish it could be over soon but they're here to stay.  I will be still and will not move, as I can't control the action of their smashing. I could cry but that would intensify. I could take a hot shower but the demons have the power and only they can decide when their finished with this ride. I will wait for the action to end to this host who's used my brain as a playpen.This is day two and surely they will get tired of slaughtering my head. Be gone forever I say, be gone I pray. They laugh in defiance as I am weak. They are the owners of my brain right now and they make the rules. Me getting angry and agitated only adds fuel. Fuel to the fire, the flame of pain. I try to strike back with my pills but it only weakens them, it doesn't kill. I will sit to the side until their finished and the hurt finally subsides. I'm weak and full of pain, with no control of the demons in my brain. This is a battle I will not ever win.

10/12/2009

Written by Teresa