How Was Your Day?
Sick to my stomach
From an illness of the mind
Twisting and tightening
Making me blind.
I hate it and need it
Can’t shake the dis ease
Makes me want to vomit
Get it out of me, I’m begging you, PLEASE!
Purge me of this ache
Crushing my ribs, branded inside my chest
Extinguish this raging fire
Even for only a moments rest.
Can’t feel or see
Blackest night and darkest rage
Tired of understanding
Trapping myself inside this cage
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