As You Can Tell

As you can tell 
I'm still walking through hell 
Sick to my stomach 
Not doing too well 

The only reprieve 
Where I feel I can breathe 
Is in knowing I'm mortal 
And free to take leave 

Of this body 
These burdens 
This sickness
These sorrows 
This hatred 
These horrors 
These awful tomorrows 

And sadly the fix that I find myself in 
This...battle of which I am doomed to not win 

The searching and searching for lonely a soul
Equal to mine 
To make me feel whole...