Feeling so void I can't avoid it
I'm getting sick
Peeling through masks, my hardest of tasks
I'm first but I'm not fast
Relying on rusted promises and lying that they're dusted
No wonder I'm sick
Trying to get a breath but I get a coughing fit, crying and bleeding on the carpet
Up my throat, down my lip
I'm getting sick
I'm getting sick
I'm getting sick
I'm getting sick
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
