Drain

Noha Medhat
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read
Alex Sheldon | Unsplash

Pain,
Pain,
Pain,
Sprinkled on my veins.

It doesn’t stall or quit,
Not even for a split
Second of relief
From infinite drain.

Invisible Illness

We don't talk enough about mental health.

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Noha Medhat

Written by

I think in rhyme and I write what I feel; whatever that may be.

Invisible Illness

We don't talk enough about mental health.

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