There's something about headaches that makes me so sad. It's like your brain is so f***ked up that it becomes physical, too. Disabling your mind of thinking about anything but the pain you're trying to forget about. But a dysfunctional mind can't analyze the pain, so it moves on. It finds new methods to push you to the edge of your mental cliff. Switch to the morning she didn't live. Flags back to the times I was vulnerable to him. Show the bad day at her house or the time he wouldn't stop.play me the yelling, the screaming, the crying. Bring back the day where there were two of them. Open up the afternoon where he said things that broke too many hearts. Replay my head hitting the wall. I watch the fist pound his head. See the pain in her eyes through that car mirror. Witness my own heart breaking, shattering into a million pieces. But I open my eyes to find that my headache hasn't left and I have to keep on trying to live.