Because I'm sick and miserable....

[luvya89luc]

9/15/03
Sickness

Mind,
body,
spirit.
Draining,
killing,
eliminating.
Until,
they put you away,
where you cannot be seen,
gawked at,
noticed.
To clean themselves of you.
You become nothing.
Hearing nothing,
seeing nothing,
wanting nothing,
being nothing.
The sickness
becomes
Nothingness.
Because of them.

12/18/03
Sickness too

Sickness drains you,
consumes you,
takes you prisoner.
Yet it frees you.
Minds are open
letting thoughts and feelings flow
They downpour upon you
drowning you.
They rush upon you
raging you
You lash about,
body flooded,
yet pouring out
You are not alone.
Many share your sickness
Many come and many go,
to return again another day,
to make someone else
prisoner of the
sickness too.

2/23/04
Sickness the Third

A lump in my throat,
very defined to me,
is invisible to the outside world.
Only my world can see.
My world revolves around me.
I reach out and listen to others,
yet want to talk about me.
I laugh at their jokes,
and my own fears,
knowing nothing.
I cry,
for myself.
I try and cry for someone else,
but no one but me comes to mind.
"You should be grateful for what you have.
Most people aren't so fortunate."
If I could trade being fortunate for
one day of being 100% at peace with myself,
I like to think I would do it.
But the truth is
I suffer from Sickness the Third,
Sickness of Self.
-Valerie Lee