I hate the fact I'm feeling <br />All this endless sickly dreaming <br />The rush, rush, rush <br />Of make-believing, <br />That never stops. <br /> <br />I wish I'd just grow up already <br />Despising friends, despising me, <br />The push, push, push <br />Of immortality, <br />That never comes. <br /> <br />Worthless, these moments, and <br />I'm ready to give up; give up already. <br />Sick, sick, sick, <br />I'm moving on, <br />But nothing moves. <br /> <br />Please God, hear my cry, <br />Either bring me home or cleanse my eyes <br />Because these tears have made me dry <br />This sickly world is passing by, <br />Help, help, help <br />Me.<br /><br />Jonzo Bandwagoner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nonsense-or-perhaps-a-wonderful-despair/
