THIS SICKNESS
shield your heart from the pain and torture
that has been bestowed upon you.
nothing can fix everything,
I can't tell you what to do!
you asked me so graciously to aid.
and what am I to do?
how can I fix
what's living inside me too?
all along you were rid of this sickness
living happy and fulfilled!
why didn't you tell the truth?
just lies and lies you spilled!
but now I am rid of you.
your lies went to the grave!
are you happy for what you've done to me?
now I can't be saved!
A.N. umm... idk... i like writing poetry... so... don't get on my case... and review... please and thank you...
