Sickness

"Sickness"

Its not from any fever

Nor any cold or flu

My sickness isn't from diseases

Or from what a germ can do.

I do not have a virus

That runs throughout my veins

Not any common ailment

That causes me disdain.

My sickness is within my heart

And within my brain

What goes on inside my head

causes extraordinary pain.

Everyday I feel it growing

Getting worse and worse

I'm begging God to bring an end

To this never ending curse.

Life is such an awesome riddle

Just waiting to be solved

Do I lack pieces to the puzzle

That desperately wants resolved?

There is no point in writing

This pessimistic poem

You'll move on without a thought

With worries all your own.

I end it here my poem

My life?

They're in and of the same

Its time to bring an end to

Gods twisted mental game.