Sick

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The sun is blazing and the fans are going wild
It's that time of year when last term cards are filed
The people are talking but I don't hear a sound
I can't be involved in anything around
It's like Im oblivious to everything I see
but now I know it's because people don't see me
They don't see that I'm falling apart
They see that I'm stable like a piece of art
They don't know that I'm dying inside
All they know is I'm putting school aside
They don't hear the cries that I plead
They only hear that I'm going to succeed
But am I really?
Because I don't seem to care
All I want is a fresh breath of new life air
My first breath could've been my last
And my last breath should be in the past
But for some reason I'm still here
Trudging along like a long lost deer
In a fog so thick
It would make you kick
But I'm still going even know I'm really sick
Sick of life and even the thought
Sick of everything, I'm so distraught
If only I could disappear with no tears
I don't know how I've made it through the years
But now the fog is sinking me
Deep into the earths crust sea
Maybe I'll just turn to dust
But when that day comes you'll see
That my own body and soul has been ruining me

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