Vomit.

"I never wanted this."

Eyes. Wavering. Broken.

"You never wanted me."

Four years passed. Long nights. Fist fights. Getting high.

I've seen this before. It played out like an old grainy film. Achromatic.

Deja Vu.

Dark. No light. No light.

No sound.

Throbbing. Fuzzy feelings. Nausea.

"I feel sick."

This feeling is because of you.

That smile. Soft lips. Soft eyes.

Blue eyes.

"I'm in love."

"And I feel like I'm gonna be sick."

Four years.

No lights. No sound.

Throbbing.

Slow down. Slow down.

No control.

I stumble. Alone. No control.

You were my anchor.

I'm falling. Stomach drops. Heavy heart.

I can barely walk.

"I feel sick."

Memories fade. In and out. In and out.

Voices. Familiar. Haunting.

It was you.

Blurred vision. Wishing. Praying.

Take me back to when it all meant something.

Before I knew it was fake.

It was all fake.

For fuck's sake.

"I feel sick."

Jaundice. Queasiness.

Stomach twists.

Can't hold it in.

I pictured your face.

That smile.

Soft lips.

Soft eyes.

Blue eyes.

Disgusted, I fall to my knees.

I loose my lunch.

Acid. Bile.

You're vile.

Vomit. Puke. Dry heave.

Sick of love. Sick of lies.

So sick.

"Sick of you."