Sick of this (by Teresa garza)
Try to speak put the words don't come out right
I don't cry but my tears like to put up a fight
Sick of this pain
Sick of this pity
What's next
will my life me in vain
Feel like shit every day
Will someone please help me
I don't want to but I do
My mind says yes while my heart says no
What's next for me
Is it time to go
I'm depressed
I'm a mess
Hate self pity
But I do it any ways
God when will I feel happy agin
This is just a sick game
I remember nothing before I became depressed
They Speak of I life I do not know
Oh what dose it feel like to be happy
Sick of this pain
Sick of this pity
What's next
Will my life be in vain
Feel like shit every day
Will some one please help me
I don't want to but I do
My mind says yes while my heart says no
Oh when will it be time for me to go
Can't you help me
Please can't you before I cave to self harm
Before I let the scars stay forever on my arm
I'm sick of this shit
I can't smile with out it being a lie
I don't let myself cry
sick of this pain
Sick of this pity
YOU ARE READING
Stay strong
PoetryWhat dose it mean to be strong What dose it mean to be clean How does it feel to be numb Are you depressed?
