Sick

July 24, 2009
By Anonymous

I lie in bed
Drenched in my sorrow
Shackles always keep me down
I couldn't get up if I wanted to.

My mother comes in and asks me whats wrong.
I tell her nothing,
she thinks I'm sick
Vomity, throw up, medicine can fix it sick.

I'm not sick like that.



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