Sick of the whole damn thing

I'm sick of the whole damn
thing. The way I feel when your,
around, the way I feel, when you not.
I'm sick, of holding in my tears, and anger.
I'm sick of this pain that I feel every time I
breathe, and the way my heart feel every morning
I wake up. And I'm sick of life, the wanting, the need, 
the caring, the thinking