PoetrybyPaige

sick of this

I'm sick.
I'm sniffling, I'm sneezing.
I'm coughing, I'm wheezing.
I can only slightly get by.

I'm trying, I'm crying.
yet everyone keeps lying.
they know that I'm going to go.

I'm sitting in the white room.
the clock says just half past noon.
it feels like my heart is shattering,
the pain that I feel keeps splattering.

my brain tries to tell me I shouldn't let go.
my heart tries to tell me that's all that I know.
hate.
hate.
hate.
of me.
hate.
hate.
love.
for you.
the last thing I see before my long sleep,
is your beautiful, perfect face.

before I drift away
I ask,
why couldn't you stay?
just one more day?

and I wished, that you knew that
I
love
you.

yet all I get is a friendly smile,
you think it's a joke so I wait a little while.
you say "I love you too, but not in that way. I used to yes, before she came today. her face was nice, gave me the warm fuzzies. I just love her more, ok honey?"
I can't believe you do this, after how much I helped.
you are so beautiful, you know?
and after all this time.

all I have to say is goodnight.