Sick

No chances to be happy
Never feeling well or "okay"
I'm a patient who is trying to get better
Yet there is no remedy in sight
To cure my illness

I'm sick
Sick of being lost in life
No directions towards paths and roads
Sick of seeking the way out
Out of the never ending problems

I'm sick
Sick of hiding behind the disguise
Between truth and lies
Sick of the cuts
The cuts that make me falling helplessly

I'm sick
Sick of wearing a mask
A fake smiling mask across my face
Sick of being too soft hearted
Holding the tears and thoughts for myself

I'm sick
Sick of running out of inspiration
Tonight seems to be a never ending night
The darkness breaking through the light
Swirling to a world of peace and tranquility