Curse me.

Curse me for being a coward,

For in a place like this, the coward only survive.

Because what's a dead hero if you have the choice of being alive.

And what are choices, if they could strip you naked and take your life?

Curse me for aiming to please,

Convincing myself to move on, shedding those invisible tears.

Wearing nothing but shame, holding onto what they believe.

Curse me when it comes to you,

When I put you first merely because that's what my heart tells me to do.

For making you my anchor when I have nothing to hold onto.

Having no control (whatsoever), only the hope for a moment with you.

Gripping on to feelings, when the world tells us not to.

In fear and faith, I sacrificed myself and everything else too.

So you become my own and I become you.

Curse me for having fun.

Knowing that one day, my time will come.

Leaving everything behind. (everything I have and haven't done)

Wishing I lived it all differently..

If I could have out-shined my own sun.

Curse me for being weak.

Having no power in a world full of freaks.

Not being able to chase my dreams, without someone's gazing peek.

To look left and right before crossing an empty street.

And still not reaching the destination I seek.

Because this? This is life it seems.

So Curse Me.