It’s true what they say
You fit me better
Than my favorite sweater
That’s why I’m not happy to say
What I have to say
But I have to
Say
So crack open a beer, sit with
Me my dear
And just
Listen
To what I must say
I’m sick
But this isn’t
Nicholas Sparks
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I’m sick in my brain
And down through my
Spine
I’m living in a hell of my own design
The monsters I face
Are just in my head
Though sometimes
I feel I’m
Better off dead
So when you see
That I’ve disappeared
In the night
Please
Don’t worry
Or
Put up a fight
Just know ill be back
As soon as I can
When I know
All of me
Can return to you
Again