Sick of It All

I’m irritated by this feeling.
I’m just sick of thinking and staring up at this ceiling.
I constantly kept saying I was strong.
Then I come to find out; I was entirely wrong.
I am weak.
Just like an old antique.
I’m on the brink of breaking.
I know because I’m in excruciating pain, and my body is aching.
My tears are falling from my face,
While the walls are getting closer, so I can not move; no space.
I’m gasping for air,
It must be nice to just sit back and stare.
My eyes say help me,
Can you not see?
Or are you just blind?
Or am I just out of my mind?
The question still remains.
I don’t think I will ever be the same.
Now there is not much to say.
My life is going slower and slower each day.