I don't care if it doesn't make sense
to you, or if its not a great poem
or if its grammatically incorrect.
I just want to share it, you may post your
opinions if you want, but i won't be humiliated or anything
if they are bad opinions xD

January

My my my.....my Brain
It might go insane
The pain and misery
Why can't it go so leisurely?
I don't want the hurt to remain
Why can't it be contained?
It's entombed deep within like a quivery
I can't be rid of the grief, seriously
Maybe that explains all the migraines
Sometimes it's all gone, whats with the trickery?
It's back so damn suddenly
Years and years after all the pain
What will be left or become of my Brain?