"Migraine"

Losing your grip on reality isn't exactly the way you want to go, especially if what you want out of life is to fit in and be accepted into today's society. It's so easy to get latched onto one thing that drives you further into madness. You find yourself believing that people can change and things will get better, but you see people running the same cycles over and learning nothing. However, sometimes finding the madness within yourself can be the only way to maintain sanity here.

My head pounds as I sit before my computer, thinking about what to write next. The words usually flow naturally with me, but today, the words escaped me with my every thought. Every time I would find my brain pulling toward the subject, I would find another object floating around my mind to pull me away.
The way my head was pounding was making me feel nauseated. Not even the sanctuary of finding a place to sit and rest my feet was making my head feel any better. What was it that could possibly be my cure? Could it be resting my head on a pillow for a few minutes? Or perhaps taking a moment and venting about the issues plaguing my mind, relieving it of its clutter? I figured the latter would fit me best.
I stood from my desk and paced around my room a few times. No words escaped my mouth to provide any sort of outside entertainment. Instead, the internal fight was on. 
My mind raced with thoughts about work earlier that day. The words my boss would say to me, that I could never do anything right, that I was a good-for-nothing employee that he wished he could fire. Thankfully, the one higher than him on the food chain won't allow for him to fire anyone. In retrospect, it seems like a dumb idea. However, I was thankful the rule was in place.
I thought about quitting my job and going elsewhere. The only thing keeping me from doing so was that the store was the only place that would hire me on. Apparently, the workforce requires work experience. The thing they fail to realize is that, you can't get work experience if nobody will let you work. It was massively frustrating.
I thought some dark thoughts about the people in my life that I'd had massive crushes on. How I'd tell them how I feel and they would turn and never care about it again. It bothered me greatly that nobody would give me a chance. However, I respected their decision. Some might call me a push over, but if they say no they mean it.
I tried thinking about different things but my head refused to relax. In fact, I feel as though I made it worse. I began to feel nauseous. I could feel myself trying to dry heave, like something was fighting to come up my throat. I tried my hardest to fight it back, but the thoughts of it only made the feelings stronger. I grabbed a trash can and leaned over it.
It felt as though my guts were spilling all over the floor, my throat on fire as I felt a mass coming up my throat and leaving my mouth. I looked down to see what all was coming out, praying that the sight didn't make me feel any sicker.
I looked down in the trash can and saw nothing but blood. I could feel a little wire hanging from my mouth, a thin tube of some sort. I tried biting it and felt an incredibly sharp pain coming from my stomach. I tried pulling it out and the pain in my stomach only grew stronger. I tried swallowing it down but no luck.
It was getting hard to breath, but I eventually passed out. I never woke back up.