My Illness Poem by James Reed
My Illness
What do I do?
What do I say?
Nothin' left anyway
The sickness in my brain
Is slowly driving me insane
What do I think?
How do I feel?
Is any of this real?
My delusion takes control
The demons screaming in my soul
Where do I go?
What do I do?
In the end it's always you
You're gonna be the death of me
Take till nothing's left of me
Let me finally rest in peace
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