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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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"

On Thursday, March 20, 2014, megaprime81 (740) wrote:

Thank you.
On Tuesday, March 18, 2014, blue angel (866) 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*
On Thursday, March 20, 2014, megaprime81 (740) wrote:

Thank you. :-)