You tried to fit in, with the curse in your hand.
Being hated all the time, that you couldn't comprehend.
Why you had to be the one. You've been cursed to never know.
Seeing everyone else happy, as the pains continue to grow.
Cant live a stable life, like a wobbling chair.
Being broken from the start. That doesnt seem fair.
Tired of yourself already. Your life is just beginning.
But that doesnt seem to matter. As you burn the brightest feeling.
Fighting the urge to cut. Knowing you cant keep healing.
You want to give up now. Your curse is tearing you down.
Your aunt told you had a curse. Making some sence, youll never be found.
"Can i do it now?" You start to ask yourself.
"I know the curse will have me never found..."
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...The Poems Within...
PoetryHey, peeps, i got a random idea of what i should write about. So, i thought from inspiration, maybe i should write about the poems within my soul. The things i feel. The problems I face. And the things that make me every day.. this may trigger u to...
