Feelings of under medication. comments welcome)

[madmarsden]

i sit,
I stare,
I do not care.

I feed,
I breath,
I spread my seed.

My life is wasted,
Heavily outdated,
And all along,
I've always felt hated.

I hate my life,
I hate the strife.
Yet I will never,
Turn to the knife.

But that doesn't matter,
I must hang on.
Because I was wrong
BecauseI Am Strong<b>