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Sick
By megaprime81
I'm sick of me
Sick of reality
Sick of all i know
Perhaps it's time
For me to go
The battle with self
Is like a portrait
On the wall
Some people like it
Some hate it
Some never
Look at it
And someone
Painted it
I feel sick
To the core
Of my heart
I feel lost
I feel godforsaken
I'm sick to my stomach
I'm always throwing up
I'm sick and tired
It's time to grow up
36 and empty
Like a spent shell
I used to think
It easy
To stand up
When I fell
I can't escape
The demons
That haunt
My place
I can't escape anything
Without my Father's grace
I can't escape myself
If eternity is hell
I long for greener pastures
Than this world has to sell
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Copyright 2014 megaprime81
Published on Monday, March 17, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
There's a struggle going on with me right now...not sure what to do.Comments on "Sick"
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On Thursday, March 20, 2014, megaprime81
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wrote:
Thank you.
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On Tuesday, March 18, 2014, blue angel
(877) wrote:
yes, we all do feel this way from time to time. It'll pass and I hope you start feeling better. The greener the pastures, the more effort it takes to keep them that way. :)` 10*
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On Thursday, March 20, 2014, megaprime81
(743) wrote:
Thank you. :-)
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