Sick of living
Sick of pain
Sick of rejection
Sick of humanity
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The pain gets better with someone becomes the shoulder to cry on nad that someone is your precious one.Good read though.
When I finally got sick and tired of being sick and tired I decide to go and find someone who was in more pain than I was and asked them if I could help. Funny thing is when I did this being sick and tired left me.
I think it was time for liberating oneself from the pain of life by letting everything out in this poem. Great to read!
a well expressed self-contemplation..a great way to get it out from the chest......greatly penned in poetic diction.....10
It may stop..still.. when the heart is squeezed so hard you cannot breath..iip
a great write! ! 10+ frm me: D