Sick Feeling
The empty feeling has returned,
And I don't know why,
The breeze washes through my hollow chest,
The storm is arising,
It's going to be bad,
I can feel it,
And as sad as it to say it,
I think I'm falling part at the seams again and I'm not sure why,
The sick feeling I used to have so long ago is returning,
And I can't stop it till its almost too late.
I'm tired of hurting my family,
There pain is my pain,
And it seeps into me like snakes poison.
What do I do?
And I don't know why,
The breeze washes through my hollow chest,
The storm is arising,
It's going to be bad,
I can feel it,
And as sad as it to say it,
I think I'm falling part at the seams again and I'm not sure why,
The sick feeling I used to have so long ago is returning,
And I can't stop it till its almost too late.
I'm tired of hurting my family,
There pain is my pain,
And it seeps into me like snakes poison.
What do I do?
I don't think anyone can help me.
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