Sick

• Artist: Dadarian11
• Description: I'm an angsty poet who writes for the therapy of writing when I'm feeling under the weather, this is one of the better ones I've written.
• Date: 04/12/2009
• Tags: poetryemo

Arthritis the doctor calls it
Melancholy says my shrink
Heartache says my mum
And I don't know what to think
It can't be all in one

I don't think its me
I know it cant be true
That I should be so afflicted
Just for thinking of you
I feel I stand convicted

Of a hateful crime
Whose nature is the opposite
Whose intent is pure and kind
I don't know what made me try it
Thinking of you isn't sound on my mind

And so my body suffers
My thoughts unravel too
My heart feels uneasy
I suffer for feelings true
I beg for god to release me

Suicide said the doctor
Depression ascribed my shrink
My baby cried my mother
And now i don't have to think

Comments

[adek_wolf]

i like it.its been favorited.my poetry is not unlike yours,check it out? if you'd like to talk and share ideas,pm my othe account: emobunnykin.

[Dani_me2]

funny?