I have falling ill with a sickness I caused on myself,
With a disease that I tried but cant purge,
With this disease there is not therapy, no placebo,
And no ethics of, if you ignore it, Ill go away,
No, this illness has no morals,
Its a disease that hits you at the most
Unexpected and worse circumstance of times,
And im sick of it
Im sick of it killing my day, and causing pain,
Im sick of it controlling what Ive become
And what Ive done,
Im sick of it having the ability to make my decisions for me,
Im just sick of being sick with it
Of knowing whats meant to be the unexpected of my own demise,
Of being imprisoned in my own hate and lies,
Of no longer caring about my felonys and misdemeanor crimes,
Cause of this disease, thats decaying my mind,
This cancerous tumor that cant be removed,
In fear they might hit another vesal if they intrude,
With nothing to do but, left being sick with it,
And being absent with the ethics of
"If I ignore it just maybe, Ill go away"
