Somethings Disease
I will break into your thoughts,
with what is written within my heart...
I'm so sick,
infected with where I live.
Let me live without this,
...emptiness
...selfishness
I'm so sick!
All my complaints diminish to nothing,
I am ashamed of my somethings!
Thanks for the comfort,
...only because I suffer!
I'm so sick...
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
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