Blurry July
Why are you torturing me?It feels like you don’t want me to enjoy lifeI wake with the thoughts of deathHoping to close my eyes and dieFor I can not breath without chockingThe panic attacks getting out of control nowI can’t leave my house at allMy eyes are allergic to lightBoth artificial and naturalFor the migraine has taken over my brain nowThe headaches hurts like hellAnd they come with…









