Im sick of missing you (redone)

There are times that come and times that go phases and stages of strangness and here we are thrown to and fro by some invisble hand but im quite convinced the world is doing alright without me! without you! without us, whats the point? i think i missed it and in the end i know ill still be standing here or there or somewhere missing me, missing you, missing people missing life... now is when i miss innocence, though its far behind im sick of talking im sick of loss im sick of my own pathetic poems im sicked most of missing you and maybe just maybe im sick of being sick too but mostly i just wish things could be the way they never were nor ever could be because to me you see its how i am and i think im sick of that too