The sickness

He is sick

But not sick from a 

Sore throat or a sniffling nose 

He is sick because of this 

Sadness and anger he holds 

His sadness and anger is his sickness 

And there's no cure

His mama and papa has tried 

Tried to heal his hurt wounds 

But his sickness keeps coming back 

No matter the strength he has to fight 

He says he will always loose 

Maybe one day he will see 

What his mama and papa see 

Maybe one day he will love 

Maybe one day he will smile 

Maybe one day he will be happy 

And maybe just maybe he will feel alive 

The sickness would be gone 

But that means nothing to him now 

Because now he is forever feeling 

Stuck in this whole 

Where the sadness and anger lies 

And where the happiness and kindness should be 

And even now the sickness is him 

Spreading like a wildfire 

Never stopping 

And never ending 

He needs to heal 

But doesn't want to 

He needs to smile 

But frowns in ways his mama and papa 

Could say that's not their boy 

So who is their boy 

Their boy is sick 

And what feels like an eternity

Will soon feel like life