Monday, May 24, 2010

Outside of Death

Why do I feel...
Why do I feel so awful?
Why do I feel betrayed, slighted, mistreated...
When there has been no wrong doing?

No misdeed. No lies.

Nothing is wrong here
Nothings wrong but me

No one is at fault but me
Making myself so ill


SICK SICK SICK

I am my own sickness
I am my own fault
I am my own enemy

VIRUS COATED SKIN. DISEASE RIDDEN SOUL.

I am my troubled thoughts
I am my fears
I am my worries

I feel awful
I am awful
I am awful at keeping myself in one piece

I am sick
I am ill
I am fear

I am SICK SICK SICK

I cannot deny my disease

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