Sick

I don't remember why I wrote this poem, and I really don't think its good. But I'm gonna put it up here anyways. Let me know what you think :)

 

 

I am sick of the sun.

I am sick of the rain.

I am sick of my pain.

I am sick of fighting a losing battle.

I am sick of you ignoring me.

I am sick of your lies.

I am sick of living.

I am sick of people making fun of me.

I am sick of the clouds.

I am sick of the flowers you leave for me.

I am sick of the I'm sorry cards you send to me.

I am sick of it all.

But I will never be sick of my scars.

I am sick of you stalking me.

So now I'm goinf to end it.

I'm not sick, however, of watching my blood flow.

So, I will watch all the sickness and pain,

Flow onto the floor.

Then I shall be sick no more.