I'm SICK!!!

There is something seriously wrong with me:
My head is spinning,
as if I'm in a daze.
My brain is pounding,
as if it's hit by a hammer.
My heart is thumping,
as if it's gonna jump out from my mouth.
I guess I'm sick.
Desperately sick.
It's neither a flu
nor a fever.
It's neither a toothache
nor a stomachache.
It's neither a migraine
nor a back pain.
Oh I'm desperately sick.
I'm overpowered by depression.
I'm suffocated by negativism.
Worst of all,
I'm sick to death of myself.
Oh there is something seriously wrong with me!!!

A gaping wound

Behind every deep wound,
there lies a heart-rending story;
the story which the sufferer
wallows in self-pity,
and the story which
moves others deeply to tear.
Every time
the story is retold,
the old wound
is forcibly opened up.
Then a gut-wrenching sight
meets your eyes.
A pool of blood
is gushing out of the wound.
Gosh!!!
you scream hysterically inside you.
You wish to help;
you wish to soothe the pain away;
yet there is no way
to stop the blood from flowing.
Standing aghast,
you wonder when the blood
will begin to coagulate.
There is no end in sight.
No end in sight.
The wound is now
too contiguous that
it has developed into
a self-inflicted wound.
And this
makes it the saddest story of all.

~ Sunshine, Raindrops, Rainbow ~

Thank you for all you've done for me,
Without you there would not be me.
Your sun shines with care always,
To shelter me from any scares.

Thank you for all you've done for me,
Without you there would not be me.
Your rain pours in tender drops,
To shower my whole world with hopes.

Thank you for all you've done for me,
Without you there would not be me.
With sunshine and raindrops you make me a rainbow,
And transform my world into glittering gold.

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This poem was spontaneously created sometimes in August last year. Since I drew my inspiration from my mum's unconditional love, I'd like to dedicate it to my one and only beloved mum for her oncoming birthday.