Sick of it All

• No feelings left to convey,
• my heart's dead in every way.
• The pain and hurt
• has numbed me
• over the months.
• I've given everything to try
• and make this work.
• For all that I still got
• nothing in return.
• I try to talk,
• I try to understand,
• and I only wind up hurt again.
• Is this life of comfort
• really worth all of it?
• Stupid questions you ask
• and things you say
• piss me off almost everyday.
• The tears well up to make me cry
• and I just turn and walk away.
• Sick of it all,
• sick of you,
• sick of me,
• sick of everything.