nauseous

I’m sick of missing you. I’m sick of being lonely, I’m even more sick of being let down. I’m sick of being put last, I’m sick of hollow promises, I’m sick of waiting around. I’m sick of this, sick of being so miserable.  Most of all, I’m sick that none of this makes you sick. I’m sick of  my mind's consumption with you with when you spend all your time consumed with anyone, anywhere, anything else. I feel fed-up. I feel hurt. I feel angry. I feel sick.