Sickness
A sickness corrupts my heart
My lips burn from the sickness
My fingertips feel frozen
And everything I eat is tasteless
This sickness eats my confidence
And erodes my self-esteem
Every waking hour is torment
Born from mental toxicity
A sickness erodes my will to live
I just live from day to day
Feeling like the poison
Has killed my sense of purpose
This sickness is my own thoughts
Corrupted from years of belittlement
And the the slow but burning realization
That I just don't care anymore
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2023
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