I'm Sick
i'm sick if writing about love
i'm sick of writing sorrow
i'm sick of writing anything
but that anythings all i know
i dont know of happy times
when our family was alive
when mom and dad weren't fighting
and sissy and i were alike
i dont know of little picknicks
where we lie down in the grass
smile and pass notes
in the back of class
i remember crying
when you told me this was good-bye
grabbing your hand
asking you not to go
i remember bleeding
after the sharp thing hit my arm
after you said you loved me
and that you would bring no harm
poem by Jade Just me
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sick I Am...
i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick...please don`t tell anyone...
i am sick...please forgive me if i hurt you...
i am sick...going so faraway from here...
i am sick...saying this only for you...
i am sick...maybe will never come back...
i am sick...remember me and never forget me...
i am sick...pray for me and wish me all best what you can...
i am sick...all wounds i have inside my heart...
i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick... and you will never see me..
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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Sick and Tired
Im sick and tired of the lies you told me.
Sick and tired of what you want me to be.
Sick and tired of the way we live.
Sick and tired Im in such a dread.
Sick and tired I want to go to sleep.
Yea so sick and tired it makes me weak.
Sick and tired dont wanna be me.
Sick and tired of no harmony.
Day aftrer day you just come out and say...
'Tomorrow will be a better day'
Well Im sick and tired of that over used phrase.
So sick and tired of the way you dont change.
Sick and tired I wanna go home.
Oh so sick and tired dont know where I belong.
Sick and tired of not getting along.
So sick and tired, thats it, Im gone.
poem by Ebony Tesfay
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Im so sick and tired...
im so sick and tired of all this s***
of crying and people throwing a fit
Im so sick and tired of all this bleeding
of cutting and people not caring
im so sick and tired of drama
of the gov't and obama
im so sick and tired of tears
of crying and stupid a** peers
im so sick and tired of boys
of them treating girls like useless toys
im so sick and tired of ryhming
screw it,
im so sick and tired of being told what to do
im so sick and tired of being so sick and tired
but the most thing that im so f****ing tired of
is sobing and having the only comfort of empty echoes
poem by Erika Michelle
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Over The Top
I told you: There is such a thing as too much of a good thing
Over the top, to the nines, overdrive.
It could have been so good
Yet, you blew it.
Instead of me wanting more:
I got sick of it
Sick of you
Sick that you are low class
Sick that you are stupid
Sick that you are a loser.
And before I get sick of me too:
Get out of my sight.
*Circa 2008*
poem by June FeirCruz
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When Mommy's Sick (Children)
Mommy's sick in bed today.
Doctor says she has the flu.
Sissy's got a stuffy nose
and she might get it, too.
When Mommy's sick it makes us sad
she doesn't feel so good.
She's having juice and medicine
like the doctor said she should.
It's not the same when Mommy's sick,
our hugs are all sick, too,
and kisses for our boo-boo's
also have the flu.
Our sads are even sadder
so our happy's aren't as glad
and when we're being naughty,
that even feels more bad.
Let's get her better, Sissy!
Get some more juice in her
'cause I remember something else,
ewwww... Daddy's cooking dinner...
So sick of it
I’m so sick of it
Making me feel like I’m sick
So sick of this
So sick of it all
When I finally got sick of it all
I just let it all out, I changed more and more
Explaining it and speaking my mind
Writing it all down on sheets of paper
Explaining why I’m so sick.
I’m so sick of it all
This world, Reality, all this bigotry
Can’t get enough of this
I can’t take it anymore I have to stand up
And fight against this sickness
Battling which is that repeating cycle
Battling Homophobia
I’ve done it so many times
It makes me wonder why I’m so sick
I’m so sick of it
Going threw the same f*cking thing.
Wanting more and more
Realizing it couldn’t ever be real it sadden me
I thought it over and over and then
That’s when I got sick of it.
Got me thinking me of it then reminding myself of reality.
It happened over and over that’s when I got sick.
Making me feel sicker.
Regretting all of the stupid thing I ignored
Remembering I gone threw the same thing before
Anticipating myself 0.99 seconds before the actual thought
I’m so sick of it, all the things that make me sick
All the things I fight against.
Im so sick of it…
poem by Marcellus Watts
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I'm Sick Of You
I'm sick of you ( Pop / Williamson )
Goodbye Betsy im goin' away
I'm sick of you and there aint no way
Dont want to know, dont want to see
Dont you ever bother me
Sick of hanging around your pad
Sick of your Mom and sick of your Dad
Yeah and Betsy,
its sad but true,
now im even sick of you.
No way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way
No way, for our love
No way for our love
Cuz im sick of You.
Good bye Betsy im going away.
Sick of you and i dont wanna stay
Dont want to know, dont want to see
Dont you ever bother me
Sick of hanging around your pad
Sick of your mom and sick of your Dad
Yes and Betsy its sad but true
Now im even sick of you.
No way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way
No way, for our love,
No way for our love
Cuz im sick of you
Every evening and every day,
Seem to always turn out this way,
To get an end
I better find new love,
then you'll pay,
then youll pay,
aint no way.
Cuz im sick of you.
Goodbye Betsy im going away,
Sick of you and i dont wanna stay
Dont want to know , dont want to see
dont you ever, bother me ....
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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More Than Just A Fight
We fought,
It hurt,
He's mad,
I'm sad,
Don't know what it was about,
He wont tell me,
Expects me to understand,
Without telling me why,
Ive tried,
Cant understand,
It just makes me feel like crying,
Ive cried so much,
Its slowly tearing me apart,
I'm sick of it all,
Sick of avoiding and being avoided,
Sick of pretending that I'm okay,
Sick of complaining,
Sick of laughing when all I wanna do is cry,
Sick of tryin to be strong,
Sick of being so weak,
Sick of caring,
Sick of fighting,
Sick of crying,
Sick of trying,
Sick of it all,
I wonder,
Wonder when I lost him,
Wonder why,
Wonder how this mess started,
Wonder when it will end,
Wonder if the friendship will survive this,
Wonder if Ill survive this,
He says I'm clingy,
Says I talk too much,
Says I need to get a boyfriend,
Says I need to leave him alone,
Says he doesn't care that it hurts me,
I say he's changed,
He says he hasn't.
poem by Mandy Author2
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Sick of You
I am sick.....I am sick of you......I am sick of this life.....lived it long and good.....but now I am sick of you and the life I lead.....sick and weak.....this life I led.....but not any more......it shall end.....this sickness shall end.....I am sick of you yelling and what you say.....I am sick of this life and all I have done.....if I could go back I might....I remember walking out the front door and saying 'I love you'.......but that was then and this is now.....I have lived it long and good......but I am sick of it......staying awake and wondering 'what did I do'? ......I AM SICK OF YOU AND THIS LIFE I LED.....
poem by Dallas Stevens
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Some Times
I sit around sometimes and let my thoughts eat me alive
Till one day I thought of you
my birth mother and the flesh and blood of what is supposed to be my sister
after 3 years of getting on with my life I had completely forgotten
when I thought of you both I had to ask myself why out of all times after a long while
Then I remember it is because I could never stand the thought of you both without wanting to be sick to my stomache and filled with dissapointment that the one who gave me life chose to believe a very sick man she had been with an loved since I was six over her own flesh and blood
and a best friend
my little sister who could only think selfishly of her own happyness
Some times I wonder why I only told you of once
Then I remember its because I knew you wouldnt believe me
Your to blinded by love and selfish yourself
And it was worse then the other times he even touched me
because this time he went to far
I managed to escape cleverly the first time that day
but the second time I had to let him know to back off
I wish you were there to hear me scream no dad dont at the top of my lungs
even after you knew about that day and still to this day i have nightmares of him
Its pretty bad when I know that my biological dad who was never there is so much better then the sick creature you call your lover
an the waste of my effection calls dad
hopefully by the time my baby comes and I move into my new house with a man who loves me and his unborn child an who I know would never hurt our baby I can forget about you completely
Sometimes I miss you then i remember its useless to miss what you never had and then im happy all over again
Some times
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Writing The Words
I’m writing this at your funeral.
As I watch all the people in tears.
I wish I could join them,
But I know I have to be strong.
I’m writing this on my hand,
No paper to get it down on.
I want to remember your funeral,
So I’m writing this to honour you.
I’m writing the thoughts that pop into my head,
Making sure they are only the best.
I have to remember,
Because I couldn’t live with myself if I ever forgot.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
As people dropp flowers onto your coffin.
I stand up to dropp my own,
Blue, unlike the others, because I know it’s your favourite.
I’m writing this through the ceremony,
Because if I listen to the words I’ll cry.
And I know I can’t, for you,
I have to keep it together.
I’m writing the words I want to say,
To make people remember how much love you gave.
Because I want them to know,
How much of it you gave to me.
So, I’m writing this at your funeral,
To stop myself from shedding a tear.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
So that I never ever forget you.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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In terms of writing about horses, I fell backwards into that. I was intent on getting a Ph.D., becoming a professor, and writing on history but I got sick 14 years ago when I was 19. Getting sick derailed that plan completely.
quote by Laura Hillenbrand
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OH! I can't SAY that....(a revision)
I'm sick of f\%king Facebook,
sick of emails,
sick of people talking,
sick of my work radio beeping,
I'm sick of words.
I am being cluttered to death by words....
I am sick of listening to crazies on the bus,
sick of television spewing out banality.
Sick of voices, sick of billboards, sick of typing.
I am word sick.
I am sick of people
The more they let me know them the less I care.
I don't care what your baby did.
don't give a f$ck about what you ate for dinner.
I don't even f*ckin care if your grandpa died.
Sick, sick, sick, I am making myself sick
just writing this sh#t down.
Nothing anyone has to say is of any importance at all
that includes me.
I am drowning in words, and voices, and mundane ideas.
I am sick of people trying to 'set the world on fire'
But I do wish them luck....
because some men just want to see the world burn.
I'm sick of f&cking texts and even more sick of phone calls.
I am sick of adverts on the telly.
I am fed up with peoples life stories.
I don't care what you have been through,
as long as you will let me sleep with you.
And I will only sleep with you
if you promise to wear a ball gag.
poem by Brevet Wilson
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So Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Ricky Baker
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Im sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Malorie Genoff
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You Helped...
Dad... Mom told you
she told you she was leaving
She told you she was taking us
She told you she was sick of the pain
She told you she was sick of the fighting
So was I
I was sick of the fighting
Sick of the leaving in the middle of the night
Sick of consouling my mother day after day
Sick of hearing you cry about the mistakes you made
Sick of the life you just let drift away
I was your little girl
I was your rock and stone
I was not enough to stop picking up the weed
Daddy its not the fact you didnt try hard with mommy
But I wasnt enough to keep it from happening
Daddy im not your little girl..
Im a bigger person than you...
poem by UnTh0ught 0fAgAiin
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Sick of…
Sick of the world
Sick of people acting like my friend
Sick of people talking behind my back
Sick of people playing games
Sick of people using me
Sick of worrying
Sick of fighting
Sick of being here
Sick of everything
poem by Tiffany Johnson
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I'm Sick of It
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of you being sick
I'm sick of the injections
Of the medication
Of the vomit
I'm just sick
Everyone thought
That you were in pain
I know you were
But nobody knew that I
Suffered too
Maybe even more than you
You know?
I'm really mad
Not at you
But I'm just mad
And I don't know why!
I'm tired of all the times
I was left home
Alone
Of making hour long trips to
The hospitals
Every minute was agony
I'm tired of having to walk
On eggshells
I'm sorry
So sorry I didn't understand
How could I?
I'm too young
I still am
I just wish people would try
To hear me out
To hear my side of this
But nobody
Even tried
I hate this
Having to fake it
Wearing this stupid smile
The smile I don't even mean
Eventually I realise you
Weren't really the sick one
It was me
All along
I'm not a victim of physical
Torture
I'm a victim of
Myself
Every tear shed
Every plea made
Every bargain with God
All returned for nothing
All made me
Absolutely nothing
I fell deeper and deeper
Into the hole
Yet instead
Of pulling me out
Everyone turned away
They didn't catch me
Remember when we used to be happy?
When we didn't fight
When everything was alright?
You ask why things are the way
They are
Now
Honestly I don't know
I guess
Somewhere along the road
I took a detour
I'm sick of it
All I did was try to help
But nothing was ever enough
I'm sorry
There's no medication for me
It's terminal
I still sit on that bench
Crying
Inside
But everyone walks by
They stare
And stare
But nobody asks
If I'm okay
You got tired too
And you let go
But I have to
Hold on
No matter how tired I am
poem by Elephant Cheryl96
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