sitting here, sweaty palms
heart racing, i have some qualms
writing it out, pop a pill
how much longer do i climb this hill?
sick inside, my tummy hurts
heart is broken; my chest is burnt
sadness creeps, darkness falls
i don't seem to make any sense at all
what can i do; what can i say
to make this pain just go away?
should i leave; should i go
should i forgive and take it slow?
so much anger built up inside
am i just a product of pride?
or am i justified in this abyss?
is it true love and honesty i miss?
help me please, someone see
what this illness is doing to me

04/09/2003

Author's Note: i wrote this while waiting to see my doctor...

Posted on 04/14/2003
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