I've reached at a point
When I can't no longer
Take it anymore

The sense
Of my very own stability
Is overloading

I am sick
Of what "they" think

Pressuring the thoughts
Of PAIN into my life
Why not kill me with your wits
Stab me with it
If you can

Soon headaches disembark
Like purple vines
Spreading vastly
It is a wild fire

I am sick
Of everything
I am sick
Of your big loose crown
Like a designated king

It is all in the word of “they”
The world is not at fault
But only the pain
“They” have caused
Soon turns it all
Into lies

Who are “they”?
You might say
Let me tell you
they simply betray