Sick of this place, sick of this taste,

Sick of this burden that weighs my heart down

Sick of your lies that make my throat gag

Sick of the taste of your false personality

Coated so thick with acid and demons

A ball an chain you carry with you every day

And try and to pass off to anyone willing to help

I am not willing to carry it for you

I won’t absorb your negativity and hate

I am free and I won’t let anything pull me down again

Not the nearest and dearest to me

So certainly not you, someone I’ve let go

From deep in my soul, so long ago

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