The Sickness

There is a sickness
That constantly plagues me
This is not a sickness
That can simply be cured with medicine
No, this is a sickness
That rots you from the core
This darkness
That won't go away
This particular sickness
Has many symptoms
This simple virus
Makes me so sick
Sick of lies
And never knowing the truth
Sick of tears
That wash nothing away
Sick of pain
That makes death look pleasurable
Sick of wanting to fly away
Though my wings have been torn off
Sick of loving
Though love means less than nothing
Sick of trusting
Though there was nothing to trust
Sick of never being enough
When I gave the world
Sick of everything
Plain and simple
This sickness
Will never go away
Since the only cure
Is another sickness
With different symptoms