Cursed, Have you ever felt the darkness clinging onto the back of your mind slowly dragging you down.
A void filled with nothing, how do I escape this, how do I even break out. How does living feel like when all I see is pitch black darkness.
How do I put my mind at ease.
So do I put on a fake smile for everyone to see?
Because misery loves company, or do I embrace the hate.
Cursed, the noose around my fucking neck slowly pulling me in.
To me death is not a fearful thing, it’s living that’s cursed.