Sickness

My sickness resembles nothing of a bug

a snake rather, my emotions in constant tug

the sickness seeps through my skin and out my

pores

bleeds in my mind, out my eyes, and floods to the floor

Now its impossible to hide, holding my hand next to

my side

Impossible to hide behind a smile, its spread effects

to others, painfully, for awhile

Seven years in the darkness, with time, its grown strong

Seven years has left behind a trail of dead and wrong

up and down, back and forth

Flipped around it takes its course

A sickened sinful mind's health needs only powerful

divine force

Someday ill be washed clean of such thick remorse

And have that someone special to experience a divine

intercourse

To change or not to be changing is decision to grasp your

someone amazing

Let the sickness grow, and you let that person go

then you'll never know, your potential beauty you'd

have to show

Help me
change me
heal me
save me
Open my eyes, help me see
bring me back to life
Create in me to be who you want me to be
please...