Sickness of my heart has begin.
Pumping more blood within.
Should I cry.
Or maybe pray.
Over thinking blocked my mind.
Anything can take me with, even the wind.
Death is my roommate.
I am scared of this fate.
What is leading.
Is really moving.
What I feel is now madness.
And people care less.
Walk through the pain.
With no complain.
Trying my best to understand.
I can't with stand.
©sakaria
S