There is a sickness
That is coursing through my bones
I can feel it with every move that I make
My bones ache
From how heavy my heart has been
For much too long

There is a sickness
That is taking over my life
Slowly, there will be nothing left of me
I'll just be this hollow shell
A mess of a human being
With no point and no direction

What is this sickness
That makes its way through my veins
Interrupting the systems that run my body
Releasing all sorts of chemicals
To create this imbalance in my brain
And feed this disease

Is it depression
Is it a broken heart
Is it self pity
That's causing me to fall apart
Or is it just a fact of life
That I have not yet lived through

I wonder if there is a cure
For this incessant pounding of pain
That invades the very core of my heart
And captures the thoughts in my head
Making it impossible to remember what I was living for