Sick to my stomach
Aching in my body
Thinking, thinking, thinking
What should I have done?
What should I do now?
What I should've said
What I should've tried
Sickening feelings
But I can't feel them
I can't find them
What am I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to act?
Where are the right words to explain?
Who even cares?
Who even notices?
Nobody, nobody, nobody!
Not my close friends
Not the people that say I can talk to them
Not anyone
I can't eat it, no, I can't
Why, you ask?
Why?
It hurts, it's too much, it's sickening
It's far worse than you think
Stop asking what's wrong
Stop forcing me to eat
Stop forcing me to speak
I don't want to, I don't want to!
I don't know what's wrong, I don't know!
I can't fix it, you can't fix it
Get me a therapist
Where are they?
Why do you get one?
Why am I stuck feeling sick?
Why can't I talk it out?
You're not more depressed than me
You're not, you're not, you're not!
Five painful years
I've been stuck
In this everlasting hell on earth
And once I leave it
You'll regret it
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick
I'm ill, I'm sick
No I'm not coughing
No I'm not vomiting
But still sick, still ill
Do you see that?
Do you heat that?
It's all in my head, it's all in my damn head.
I'm nauseous, I'm nauseated
I'm dizzy and suddenly I fell
Fell into the dark pit
Fell into the intoxicating deep
I'm crying, I'm sick of it
I want out, I want it to be over
Stop turning your head away
Stop drinking your coffee and look at me
Stop texting, stop talking
Let me talk, let me speak up
But I don't want to speak, no...
I don't want to be sick.

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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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