The rain brings tragedy they say
In a huge, gigantic package with
Enough tears to make the entire world cry
Lovers apart, seperated forevermore
Marriage vows broken,
Death calls
Beckons you with a huge grin
Life was beautiful, but it's over now.

I'm sick of death.
I'm sick of rejection.
I'm sick of lost friendships and broken promises and cruelty and tears and sorrow and sadness and anger and embarassement and anxiety and shy-ness and the fact that no one cares.
I'm sick of loneliness and I'm sick of selfishness and I'm sick of lazyness.
I'm sick of beauty and false happiness and cover-ups.
I'm sick of those fake smiles and I'm sick of pretending.
I'm sick of parties and I'm sick of drinking and I'm sick of being a teenager and I'm sick of going out.
I'm sick of my friends and my family and sometimes I even get sick of you.
But most of all, I'm sick of myself and how I always make it to seem about me.
When it's not.
I wasn''t then
And it isn't now,
It's never about me.
That is why I am sick of myself with my sick ideas and sick thoughts and sick hopes and sick dreams and sick realities.

Grow Up. Move on.

but most of all,
Fake it.

Aren't you sick of it already?