A/N : This poem doesn't really rhyme...except in a few places. Not a good poem by any standard but i'm uploading anyway :/
Sick
I'm sick
I'm consumed daily
Little by little
By a maddening disease.
My low self esteem
Feeds fodder to it
And the worms multiply
As they drain my soul.
It has blurred my vision
And my judgement is in question
What is wrong and what is right?
When to give up and when to fight?
I need to relearn the basics of life.
But as i breathe in the stench
Of your rotten heart beating next to mine
A sickening joy overcomes my own
As my heart pictures the bloody meshing
Of your diseased heart with mine.
I'm sick
For wanting you
I'm sick
For being repulsed by you
I'm sick
For loving you
I'm sick
For wishing you'd burn in hell
But i'm sick
So maybe
Maybe you're the same as me.
