Headache

I am sick... Don't question me... Let the game of sickness BEGIN!!

My head hurts, my stomach is in pain.
I should be sleeping, but then again.
Who wouldn't want to sit up with me?
I can't help it, please just let me be.
I am sick and sad and out of shape.
Bent with a spoon, a forehammer and a chair.
Man, you never once played, and you never were fair.
I sneeze, I cough. I am dead, I throw up.
It doesn't even matter where, a bucket, a can or even a cup.
So what if I cry, when my head starts to hurt.
You would do the exact same if your head was in the dirt.
I am no saint, never pretended to be.
So please just rest your case, I am only me.
I wanted to be all and everything for you.
But right now a toilet is more precious, it's true.
So down my cheek flows a non-manly tear.
It is accompanied by more, I would fear.
But nontheless I can finally see.
It was the sickness, but to see you leave.
So please turn around, you are still in my heart.
Would I feel better if I just went and barfed?
Nah, who am I kidding, sickness makes your head a haze.
I wouldn't be able to navigate these thoughts' maze.
You didn't leave me and for that I am glad.
You left me this sickness, I should be mad.
But with a gentle smile on my lips.
I can finally feel the warmth in my fingertips.
I might have a fever, and I got it from the one.
My eye is all teary, I will soon be done.
This sickness sucks so much balls.
If I stand would I be the person who falls.
Off to my bed I go.
You told me to not be sick, I am sorry though.
Hehehe, my brain is finally done.
I am not even thinking, this game has officially begun.

Reviews

[Alanna Nox]

I absolutely loved the detail in this! Its true that sometimes physical sickness comes from mental distress. You brought your feelings to life, great job! :)

~Nox