I suffer from the sadness,
And the pain that turns to madness,
And I realize life's a mess,
Filled with painful tests,
And I realize that I'm dying,
In the memory of flying.
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Wither
PoetryFrustration, Anger, Pain, And sadness, We're all dying from the m a d n e s s . -Our Generation, Wither --- This is my voice to the world.
13. Chronic
I suffer from the sadness,
And the pain that turns to madness,
And I realize life's a mess,
Filled with painful tests,
And I realize that I'm dying,
In the memory of flying.
