The Infection
This infection is spreading throughout my feeble body.
Burying itself deep into my chilled bones, caressing itself.
Brittle bones shaking.
Body aching.
Mind not awaking.
Always being misused.
What do I have to prove?
This infection is dominating my mind.
I make attempts, but I can’t seem to unwind.
The one thing my body consists of is depression.
Pure hatred is my life.
My reason on this Earth?
I haven’t known since birth.
Deep down I know people care,
But this misery I cannot bear.
In this life, I am losing.
