Head Storm

The shrieking and screaming
and burning inside;
Going on and on is driving me wild.
 I don’t understand it.
They can’t tell me why..
I have this sharp pain behind my right eye.
 Some call it migraines.Some call it stress.
It is making my life a hell of a mess. 
They give me testers.Some white, pink or blue.
All promises a cure to good to be true. It causes misery.
It causes strife.Making me want to end my own life.
 As quick as it starts- it stops again.
No more blinding, pounding pain. All is quiet. All is calm.
Until the next wave of the painful head storm.