Hello thanks for sharing. I liked this.

The first 3 stanzas, described the familiar feeling well, I started to remember  the feeling of it (of course weaker than the real thing):

1 very "feeling" images which works well. 

2 Definitely hit hardest for me. I know it all too well. (this could maybe even be it own piece because it's so strong, but I tend to like short pieces, it's a preference thing) 

3 the screaming in my head I also recognize. I think it gives release to express your feeling someway (art, poetry music or something g else). If you keeping them to yourself I find they cause more Internal screaming.   
"Inside the headache" i guess you tried to be a bit clever here? I don't really buy it, If it's emotional piece, I find cleverness such as this to be misplaced. You understand what I mean? 

Stanzas 4-7 did not do as good for me:

4 .  This is too abstract. If you want me to feel, don't engage only the abstract part of the brain. 

5 . I get only a touch of feel from this

Hi there!  

I like that this poem has several evocative images throughout. We see a lump in the chest, a dried up face in the mirror, feet climbing stairs, a heart, ribs, a line, and a dot, amongst others.  

One thing I want to bring up is to talk about verbs.  

As far as verbs, you do have some powerful uses, and I want to acknowledge that. "Longing" is a great one. Also the way you use the word "refuse" carries a punch. What I want to call out is the use of passive voice. Not to say that it's wrong, necessarily, but you might not be aware of how much you use it.  

Basically, passive voice can be boiled down to using "to be" verbs like "is/are/am/was/be" or "to have" verbs like "has/have/had" (contractions like "we've, he'd, I'm, it's" are ones to look out for). Often times it happens when the one doing the verb isn't mentioned, as in the line "and the line *is* crossed" vs "they cross the line". Another time it happens a lot is when the one doing the verb is put at the end of the

The sadness

Is a lump in the chest

*Suffocating*

From the inside

*- - - - - -*

The face in the mirror

All dried up

Refuse to look back

*- - - - - -*

The words is piling up

*Screaming*

Inside the headache

*- - - - - -*

The patience

That was never there

Ran out

*- - - - - -*

The feet

Climbing these stairs

*Longing*

For another home

*- - - - - -*

The heart

In a wrestling match with the ribs

Wants to stop

*- - - - - -*

*And the line is crossed*

*so far it's just a dot now*

[Fd 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/98vclp/to_do/)

[Fd 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/98uq3o/pretending/)

Because