Ill
Someone tell me I'm not ok.
Just say to my face that I'm sick.
Tell them all I'm ill,
say to them there is no cure.
If there is a cure, hold it off.
Give me my medication instead;
A dose of tears in front of them all.
Let them see what I've felt.
Show them all I've never been ok.
Tital waves of tears will flow.
Let's all cry.
The tears of the tormentors will flow.
Tears of those who never helped will spill.
Countless tears will flow from us all.
We'll all weep at the site of our lack of concern.
That rejuvination, that cure,
who knows when it will come.
I could be sick for decades,
or maybe just a month.
Right now I stay in a comatic state.
My life's in eveyones hands.
Will they pull the plug or save me?
It's all up to them, but personally?
I'd like my medication now.
Tell me what you thought! blaugh
I'm always looking for ways to improve!!!!! whee
 Alibis of the Heart · Wed Jan 02, 2008 @ 05:36am · 3 Comments |
