Sickness

the sickness is rotting away my heart , the sorrow has killed my soul . my long life cut short, no one to care isolated in this hell i am left to my own sorrow . demon scream in my head the truth of my soul ,I am NOTHING . one day i shall be missed , one day i will be loved again , someday it will happen but i can't see that day for it will be only after i'm dead for those who are broken are never missed till they aren't there to kick anymore ...............

sweet sickness