I’m Sick Of It All
I’m Sick
Author: Gary Jones
12-13-01
I’m sick of the lies
I’m sick of the games.
I’m sick of the broken promises,
I’m sick of this pain.
I’m sick of the drama,
I’m sick of this experience,
I’m sick of the broken dreams,
and I’m sick of baring it all.
I’m sick of what I see on the news at night,
and I’m sick of hearing others say things aren’t right,
(but doing nothing about it.)
I’m sick of this world,
and sick of the rules.
I’m sick of you,
I’m sick of myself.
I’m sick of my thoughts,
and sick of your own.
Nothing seems right anymore,
just a dark cloud hanging over me anymore.
I can’t even understand myself anymore,
and can’t even cry anymore.
I feel as though all my dreams have been shattered,
my hopes torn, and just me left on the floor clutching those fragmented pieces.
I despise whatever created us,
and hate the cards of life I’ve been dealt.
I am the darkness that lingers in my soul,
I am the hatred in your heart.
I am the tortured martyr no one ever sees,
I am the only one trying to wake you up from your disillusioned dreams.
You are living a lie,
a fucking illusion so god may know itself.
Reset everything to zero,
and fuck it all.
