I'm sick of feeling like this.
I'm sick of these thoughts.
I'm sick of crying.
I'm sick of being alone.
I'm sick of the name-calling.
I'm sick of dying.
I'm sick of life.
I'm sick of you.
I'm sick of trying.
But I'm so used to it...that I don't know what happiness feels like.
{It isn't supposed to rhyme. but It may sound like it's supposed to}
