I am sick of being worthless.

I am sick of feeling dead.

I am sick of being called names.

I’m sick of all these voices in my head.

I’m sick of people saying I’m worthless… that I’m a waist of air… that I shouldn’t be alive.

I’m sick of being alive.. But… I-I can’t leave you…

I’m sick of being a failure.

I’m sick of everything. But I just have to deal with it.

I’m sick of crying myself to sleep…

I’m sick of staying up all night, thinking about you, when your sleeping peacefully.. Not even worrying about me.

I’m sick of people saying, ‘'Nobody cares about me..” when there’s someone FIGHTING for them, staying awake WORRYING for them!

I’m sick of people pushing me, abusing me, and using me.

I’m sick of you never talking to me, never asking ‘'are you okay?’ never even STOPPING TO WORRY!

I’m sick of being fake. This smile that you see all the time, truly isn’t mine.

I’m sick of never having people worry about others. What if someone you ‘'say’ you care about is dying? Trying to reach you? And you just think their joking?!

I’m sick of never being able to talk to somebody who understands. I want to open up, tell you all these feelings, but you won’t listen. Because almost nobody does!

I’m sick of the only reason I’m here is to help you, but you never see it. As many times as you want to drop your book called life, and stop writing it, I always have picked it up and written both of ours! And it’ll be hard, cause sometimes I want to stop writing them both, but I care to much to not!

I’m sick,

I’m sick,

I’m sick,

I’m sick,

Of society.