SICKNESS
It been 11:00pm, I'm still
Hanging on the sickness
I get from the repressed feeling
I bottled up to protect it from
Fighting mud environment
Indeed it's suffocating me I'm
Loosing mine sanity to the blue
Sea mesmerizing me to deceive
Me in false consciousness
Of hopeless fate to be this empty
With having nothing left to feel
Happy!
But to cover it in imposter mask
Which is full of dramatic high, to
Guard the aching heart sickness to
Reach the bottom rock of mine!
While facing the mirror I can't
Count on the weary reflection
Where it's start to begin how to end it
With anti biotic solution
I do not want to end like people
Who love to enjoy other
Guilty pleasure life to cover
Up their worn Self with other grieve
Story !
I want to feel alive with
No baggage off holding in heart
To smile walk on track in
With real me !
Sometimes it may feel like being sick but you're the one who can make yourself happy...feel alive π
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