It effects me. This pain in my head that I have no control over, effects me.
It comes quietly. Without a sound. However, it is when you hear sound that it will become like a siren. Warning you of the damage it will make. Like a tornado siren that came too late, it echoes off the walls of your mind. The twister wreaking havoc on the most unstable parts.
It comes like a soft glow of light. The light is a trap, the more you try and make out what it is that causes that soft, welcoming glow, it turns into a fiery monster pulls its trigger. Firing a bolt of electricity into your psyche, following the current into the right side of your brain.
It comes like a storm. After days fighting to hold onto anything to keep you rooted in your bed, the medicine kicks in. Everything becomes blurry. It feels like waking up. Waking up from a nightmare that is all too real. Waking up in a haze to a dark room, struggling to sit up, you wonder if the pain you felt was just in fact just a dream. However, you know it's not for the dull throb that accompanies the debris, is scattered around your mind. Waiting to be triggered again.
This is not some normal headache. No, this migraine is my mind committing suicide.