Sick of Being Sick

Why does freedom cost so much?

I thought it was free.

When I think I’m finally leaving,

There you are staring down at me.

Accusing that I owe you something,

My life, my time, my peace of mind.

Who the hell are you,

To decide what is mine?

Leave me alone,

I am fine right here.

Just switch gears,

and leave me here.

Same story,

Never fails.

You rise from the ashes,

And leave me in hell.

I don’t have a voice,

I’m screaming in my head.

You give me no choice,

I can’t move forward,

I can’t go back,

I’d feel better dead.

So easily confused,

Not so easily amused.

Sick of being sick,

What’s a girl to do?

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