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call the doctor 'cuz I'm sick
sick to death of the way I live
my hands never seem to stop shaking
I think soon my knees will give
it's terminal, this illness
that has taken everything from me
it sucks me dry, saps my strength
crushes my chest: oh God, I can't breathe
I'm about to lose it all
everything that's me
the world is turning gray
and gray is all I see
I can feel the sickness grow
it's poison in my veins
I cry acid instead of tears
even pleasure has turned to pain
drowning in self-pity
watching my soul rot away
like a tumor it spreads
death by self-loathing: what a fate!
I'm about to lose it all
everything that's me
the world is turning gray
and gray is all I see
no one can save me
maybe I have to save myself
gray
that's all there is to see.
- by Lady Caitri |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/06/2009 |
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- Title: s i c k
- Artist: Lady Caitri
- Description: this was written about a year ago, at a time when I was exhausted both mentally and emotionally - exhaustion that I brought on myself. There were many reasons, but eventually I came to a point where I simply couldn't go any further. The poem was written when my mood was a rather strange (and confusing) mix of self-pity, anger, disgust, and derision. Criticism welcome. =)
- Date: 06/06/2009
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Dragons_rule_the_sky - 06/11/2009
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'I'm about to lose it all
everything that's me
the world is turning gray
and gray is all I see'
is my favorite part. 'the world is turning gray and gray is all i see'. Very good. - Report As Spam
- JodieUpton2009 - 06/06/2009
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wow excellent poem. I have felt like that before so i know how it feels. 5/5
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