Move Out Of The House

Dear Sickness,
I know you’re there
But I forget you easily
Only to be reminded of your devilish ways
When someone points something out
That is a direct result of you
Dear Sickness,
I know you know the harm you cause me
You know you have a crippling affect
On my slowly dying mind, body, and soul
You know you are hurting me
Hurting me than anything. . .
Or anyone else in this world
Dear Sickness,
This is my final goodbye to you
I will now wear my battle scars with pride
I will no longer let you crowd my mind
I will no longer feel sad when I am reminded of you
You make me who I am
But I will not be defined by you
Dear Sickness,
I will burn this note in a fire
So you can read it in hell
You no longer bother me, or define me
I have only one word to say to you
And that, dear Sickness,
Is goodbye





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LostAngel said...
Aug. 6, 2010 at 10:52 pm
btw, i screwed up, its sposta say, "hurting me MORE than anything"
 
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