Sick in the head by Kevin Magnus


Sick in the head
By: Kevin Magnus

I just wanna be dead,
This makes me sick in the head.
As the New Year comes in and we all began to sing,
With our hopes so full of what it may bring.
But for myself I don't care.
At times I can't take it - it's too much to bear.
People think I'm odd or even sick,
But I'm far beyond that - I'm simply a prick.
So, be forewarned, I see your pain,
Your lifeless torment shall be my gain.
But don't mind what Ive said,
I'm just sick in the head.


About the Author

Kevin Magnus is a new submitter to the site'. He has just recently started writing poetry, and has found a new passion that he never knew was there.
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