Emily Winters                                                                                                               

Perpetual Headache

There are people trapped behind my lids,

And they pound and beat me senseless

Every time I shut my eyes,

Every time I try to shut down.

Power down is not an option,

With little men running you ragged.

Miniatures and doll houses

All in a row

Conformity is a hoax

But not to fit in

Is fitting in

Don’t you know?

(or so they tell me)

The dredges of life approach me,

All the hours of day despise me,

Spitting on my decaying soul as the sun makes me old.

Wrinkled and petrified

Hearts shrivel up and die

But my skin may be soft

Yet it’s leather.

“Knock-knock-knocking on heaven’s door”

Me and my best friend’s girlfriend’s cousin (twice removed)

And I know that I shouldn’t

But how did I

And who did I

And what the hell am I anyway?

Every time I try to die,

My little men scream until their throats are burnt,

And my heart is all fried too,

And this thing in my head

It won’t go away

(why did you have to?)

Me, myself, and I

The mirror cracks every time I spit and I cry

I can’t think with this

I can’t live with this

Never-ceasing heart-hurt

My perpetual headache that will never let me...