A Life with Migraines
The bus pulls up, and drops me off,
and I run home fast to bury my head
on that pillow, that was alway so soft.
Was I the only one in school that felt this invisible pain?
This pain that throbbed throughout my head,
and sometimes made me rather be dead.
Why should someone so young have to deal,
with a pain so large, no one... Read more
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