Sick In The Head Poem by Melissa Robinson

Empty inside, but not empty at mind-
For i know this place is not my home.
Not an ounce of this misery will mend with time-
In the arms of loved ones, still I feel alone.

Sick inside of my body, sick inside my mind-
An illness that spreads deep into my bones.
Not a thing changes with each waking sunrise-
I've carved my fate into my tombstone.

I can't find the strength to simply get out of bed,
I feel ill in my body because i am sick in the head.
My thoughts reek of anguish, contemplations of dread
With an anecdote that has narrowed down only to death.

But still I grasp hope, maybe one day I'll be fine.
Don't cry for me, I'm returning home.
To see bliss on this earth- my eyes, they fall blind.
But as i fade from existence, i hear them cry, 'please, don't go.'