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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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.

Comments

[Dragons_rule_the_sky]

'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.

[JodieUpton2009]

wow excellent poem. I have felt like that before so i know how it feels. 5/5