Sick

I'm sick of this sickness
I can't help but feel this
all my life
putting up with the fact I'm like this
I'm tired of living
ready to give up
ready to tell the world
to stop this
i can't feel pain
becoming heartless
nothing matters
hallowed inside no one knows why
can't tell you how i feel
never wanting you to know
don't get upset now
I'll keep holding on
go to the doctor
i get another prescription
a new drug to add
to my endless addiction
my little white flag
waves higher and higher
my soul is falling lower and lower
depressed and crazed
how do i cope
i sit here losing all hope
I'll try and get some sleep
tomorrow will be a new
and maybe this time
i will feel anew
pick my self up
try again
and keep doing this
until my dyeing end

this is a poem about my heart disease