I have a dilemma in heart and mind My brain to me is so unkind Do I suppress my evil thoughts With a measly prescription, store bought? I’m staying strong for him But some days depression wins And my anger bubbles up So instead I wash it down with a cup Of water and a little nauseating pill It’s blue and powerful, it often makes me ill I worry to start again Because I could barely stop back then It’s not worth the toll So I flush them down the toilet bowl
I’m sick, I’m nauseous My stomach is turning Every time I see you I’m filled with this yearning You did this to me I don’t know how I feel Your eyes locked in mine And I don’t know what is real I don’t know who you are I don’t know myself either But this feeling you give me I’m getting a fever
Here it comes again --the acid creeping up my throat Reminding me that the motion I perceive with my eyes Does not coincide With the motion of my mind. The fluid in my ears, I find Being steered by forces hidden behind A curtain blinding my sight.
When I was six, the sickness would hit When I was in the backseat going down winding streets. The pain, I claimed, came from my jaw But it wasn’t long until they saw Splattered across the back bench of the car --I was motion sick.
As a teen, cleaned from this curse, Steering the machines that once made me squeam, I thought I was free. Until vertigo creeped into my seams. Clear sight, but a spinning mind! A crystal displaced in the skull behind my face Would trace every turn through, as if it was reality who had forgotten to move.
Now nausea creeps in again as my mind perceives a reality that once again, my eyes can’t see.
All of my hopes and dreams
so real to me…
But when my eyes look out to reality, they are nowhere to be seen And it makes me feel So Nauseous
moonshine, puzzles, kryptonite they will surely take me down they'll push me left, they'll push me right shoving me round and round
they'll fill my head like a willing cup confusing me till I don't know which end is down, which end is up as I'm stumbling to and fro
can you blame me for being cautious can you see it's not just a dream they'll cause me to be very nauseous polluting my very bloodstream ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ relax, since two out of three are rarely found the other you need not be around I guess you're safe for now but to keep you from having a cow I'll help keep a watch for them, anyhow
So what's with the * * for italics? Anybody figured it out?
She’s a fatgirl and she’s sad ‘Cause she knows she’s doing bad Eating chocolate makes her nauseous Ain’t no time for being cautious She don’t give a ‘bout her body She could eat up anybody She’s a daughter of her dad Dad who’s born in Trinidad They hit KFCs with cash Empty buckets ‘till they crash Then she wakes up from this frenzy Spinnin’ round in burger Benzie Now she’s puking diamond tears Meaning that she really cares She is done with being sad “I’m a woman here, my dad!”
everything is bad and it's raining. i'm nauseous and i'm sleeping on a bed of nails tonight. icicles hang from the empty nest inside me. it's cold and birds don't like this type of weather. i'm not sad, i'm not much of anything. it's still raining and i think it will be for a while. just buy an umbrella they say. little do they know i have a collection of them. i buy them constantly just to tear holes in with my teeth. i just vomited again and everything is just as bad as it was before. there are a handful of drugs i could swallow with little smiley faces on them. i've learned to see smiling faces and look right through them. i can't leave this bed because there's shattered glass on the floor from every mirror i've ever looked in. everything is bad and it's raining.