I can definitly understand where you are coming from to write this poem>.< taunting little things that are constantly on my mind and keeping me up late into the night, just one thing that doesn't seem to quite fit; the line "all constantly pounding at my temple." for some reason, it just doesn't seem to fit with the rest of the poem for me, and neither does the line "rather than face their screaming, i'd rather be dead" (think it's because of rather being repeated) the small rhyme scheme fits well with the poem!

oh god...this is dizzing. really powerful and just shocking lines and imagery. great piece though; so effective.