Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)

Unwell

Once I'm sick, it's another miracle
My face kept pretending I was feeling right
Stranded on an avenue, collecting dust from people
To cure my night
But I'm not motivated to fight

I feel so static; I feel so bored
I feel unmoved, like fossils in a stone
The greatest call isn't calling yet
Am I affecting others with my aura and self?

I don't want to wait for another moment
To just destroy myself
I keep my patience in its place
Where no one can even bother it

It is not fine to act like I'm not tired
Is it courage to stab my mind with a knife?
Eyes are rolling, and my head is shaking
I'm overdosed with the unwell feeling

With my coal-black sight, I'm afraid to shed a tear
Is it what I want? Is it what I fear?
It's going down; my face is a frown
Here's for me, here is my unwell crown