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