My head is pounding

The pain, pushing against my skull, my eyeballs, a reminder of the tears I'm holding back.

It's not your fault. It's not you, it's me.

I don't know how to explain

these thoughts cycling, cycling, cycling.

Each time shooting an icy wave through my core, my limbs.

Am I crazy? Probably.

You're sweet, but it leaves a funny aftertaste.

I never was a fan of aspartame.