The curse
placed long ago upon my head
To bear the weight of the world
On a rope tied round my neck
To always look back at what has happened and live it again today
To have no hope for tomorrow
to feel nothing but sorrow
to hate every aspect of my day.
To see my scars and fight the powers that drive me to make more
To find the bottle and decide not to drink every last drop it stores
To hear the words that others say and push them all away, lest they end up on my arm.
To split my mind and want to live yet long to die
To do so wrong yet make it right
To live to fight another night.
To live for someone else
Because living for myself
Would land me straight in hell.
So cursed am I
The desire to die
Permeates my mind all the time
And when days go by
where all I do is try
To stay alive and not give in
I find myself exhausted once again.
I’ve tried living with my curse
I’ve tried accepting it too
I’ve tried fighting my curse
But it’s all simply futile
Because my curse is my depression
And i know it’s here to stay
Trying to fight against it
will leave me exhausted at the end of the day.