*Adapting to Love* : Sick to the Bone

I am posting this on behalf of a friend. She is someone very special to me and is now on her own journey to discover herself. She wrote this poem as a reflection of her soul. True, sometimes we think too hard, but our ultimate goal is the same, to be truly happy.

Sick to the bone

I'm surrounded by these people,
like green leaves surrounding an apple,
faces i think i know,
do i still know?

but what is this i'm feeling,
this voice that kept calling,
i'm not sure if i'm not alone,
think i'm just sick to the bone.

there, there goes the voice again,
it sounds so much in pain,
jump off the balcony, it said,
don't worry ur funeral's paid.

shoo!! get out of my life,voice,
this is my life, my fucking choice,
i choose to live everyday,
as a marionette that's not gay,
i'm not sure if i'm not alone,
but i'm sure i'm sick to the bone.