Sick

Im sick of standing here everyday infront of the mirror wishing i would fade away im sick of standing here hearing myself self say tomarrow will be a better day im sick of hearing people say that i am strong i have the power to live on when its obvious i am weak somtimes i can barly speak Im sick of being sad im sick of wishing for the life ive never had i dont got it bad i got it worse being in this world is simply a curse Im sick of loving and being hurt im sick of wanting what i deserve I dont mean to sound ungratful because im not im happy for what i have and what i got im not happy with everything i wish this life didnt bring so much pain Im sick of wishing for a better life i better open my eyes see the light because one day it could be gone just like that and ill be wishing for this life that i once had So maybe, i really dont got it bad. - Jenn '04