I’m so sick of wallowing in my own self-pity
     So sick of praying for my own demise
                     Living in a place I completely despise
                               In an intricate web of my own misery
I’m so sick of hearing myself it’s not even funny
     So sick of listening to my own voice
                     Dealing with this god-forsaken world by choice
I’m so sick of trying to fight off everything
     So sick of pretending everything is all right
I’m so sick of being alive

04/11/2009

Author's Note: This was a bit of an experiment. I wanted it to be one way and it turned out completely different, but I think I like it...

Posted on 04/11/2009
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