I'm Sick of It

I'm so sick of it.

Dealing with all this shit

is so damn tiring.

My brain needs rewiring.

I'm so sick of it.

My parents arguing

about stupid shit.

I'm so sick of it.

The seizures

are just exhausting.

I'm so sick of it.

I'm always so tired

from doing nothing.

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This poem is not meant for sympathy, but rather to vent. Everything is exhausting and I don't know how to deal with it, but I will (somehow) find a way. I always do, whether I want to or not. It is just getting unbearable, but I'll be okay. That's what I keep telling myself, hoping to believe it one day.