Seasick

                                  Believe this

As you convalesce:

I'm seasick.

I'm bleeding from open sores.

Four days ago, you said soon

That we'd hit shore



And finally, we've found this land.

For all the gifts the people give,

Bloody beaches and severed hands

Is what we return.

I'm kind of nauseous.

Either I don't like this,

Or I'm still seasick



And I find it hard,

It's so hard, I'm finding out

You're a liar again



No, I never said enough



You gave me what was never yours.

You know what? I don't want it.