[ID: A drawing of an open ribcage with a poem written in the middle, which reads:
"the vultures won’t eat well that night.
justice.
there’s a warped sense of it
when i wring myself - wry
smile, withhold, control,
rumble-bang on the door,
listen! my leaden lining, with
time, won’t accept nothing
it was never my image, but
my image hurts now - after
punishment for crimes that
hurt nothing, no-one, but i
say, for nights i sway -
i see myself fading away,
see the world in trails,
its entrails and my entrails,
it's what pangs, what pales,
what heaves, what fails,
it's what carrot! what stick!
i’m just making myself
sick."
The drawing is white lines on a black background, and the text is yellow. End ID]
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ah, the ever-more-frequent Urge To Explode My Brain from unending migraines. a migraine that just lasts the day already sucks so bad. whole day is gone in a blur of pain and misery, right ? a migraine that lasts multiple days is sort of like if hell was real and you were in it. time has no meaning, only pain, etc.
months of migraines... with no break or end or effective treatment and also you still have to work and behave like a normal person because you cannot lie in bed for months not paying rent. well id describe it you but ive fucking lost the plot. its gone on so long and its so bad that when the migraine ISN'T at its peaking on the pain scale and making me feel like if i was hit by a truck that would be an improvement, i start to feel like my head is a vestigial organ that has been removed. cant access sensation in my head and it feels literally disconnected from my body. meanwhile the pain is still there (along with the brain fog, vertigo, nausea, etc) but it feels like its happening to somebody else.
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