Note: Have You Ever Been Sick? Not Like a Cold or Fever, But Sick of what happens to you? Sick of Why the earth spins the way it does, Sick of the things you do, Sick of who people act to you?

Its a Terminal Illness in the Head, But the only way to save yourself is to realize what your Sick of.

Read This Poem, and then put Your owns word into it

Sick

Look into my Eyes

See That I am Sick of the Threats

All of which didn’t do a thing for me

See That I am Sick of the Guilt

You made me feel

See That I am Sick of what you say behind my back

When I knew every word

See That I am Sick of the Pain

That you thought you caused me

See That I am Sick of the lies

When only I knew the truth

See That I am Sick of being underestimated

When they don’t know who I am

See That I am Sick of being ignored

When you knew I was there

See That I am Sick of everyone against me

When they act like they are with me

See that I am Sick of being treated like Dirt

When I am the reason, the plants grow

See that I am Sick of the “Please” and “I’m Sorry”

When you only wanted to just forget

See that I am Sick of your constant attempts to get her back

When only to be turned down again

See that I am Sick of the dependencies of me

When all I ever do is guess

See that I am Sick of being cheated from life

When you say Life is cheating

See that I am Sick of the feeling of churning blood

When your emotions fall into the Grave

See that I am Sick of your shadows on me

Then without me, where would you be

See that I am Sick of the constant stabbing of my hopes

Cause that’s what amused you

See that I am Sick of being the only mediator

When we have millions more

See that I am Sick of dying

When I want to live forever

See that I am Sick of being expected to kill souls

When I am trying to save them

See that I am Sick of you never having hope

When hope is all I am ever going to save

See that I am Sick of the yelling

When I am your dummy who doesn’t say a word

See that I am Sick of the scars you seem to give me

Even though you didn’t do a thing

See that I am Sick of trying to make everything better

When all of you turn everything down on me

See that I am Sick of Depression

Over things, I am going to save

See that I am Sick of being Sick

When being Sick is what you wanted me to do

Because being Sick in the first place is the reason that

I am alive and Sick today

And still fighting my Sickness today

And will always be fighting to end some Sickness

In this world of Sick people

I’m here to fight your Sickness

And don’t expect me to stop

Even if it becomes a Fever