My Sorrow Is My Curse
My sorrow is deeper,
Than the ocean.
The agony I feel,
Is unbearable,
A pain I cannot withstand.
It’s like a great burden,
Has been placed on my shoulders.
I can no longer bear the pain,
Of the past and present.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
My sorrow grips my soul,
In an icy hold,
Dragging me down,
Into the dark, unforgiving abyss.
The pain grows steadily worse,
Each and every day,
Every second that passes by,
Every minute,
Every hour…
Just burns another hole,
Into my heart.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
The sorrow,
Is tearing me apart each day,
Little by little,
A part of me is worn away.
By the time,
I have finished growing,
There won’t be any trace,
Of whom I once was.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
Each day,
My pain grows steadily worse,
As every person,
That comes near me,
Always has to leave my side,
One way or another,
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
Time is running out,
I am no longer,
The sweet, innocent child,
That I once was.
I am almost gone,
Disappearing into the void,
Full of anger and hate,
I sink deeper and deeper,
Trying to find a way,
Out of the darkness,
But to no avail.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
Vows that cannot be replaced,
Are broken without a second glance,
Promises of hope,
And love,
Are wrecked and crushed.
Nothing is safe anymore,
There is no one to trust,
Nothing to grip on to,
My hold on trust,
And on life,
Is slowly ebbing away,
My sorrow is my curse.
My last hour draws near,
Here in the dark,
No one else is around,
Forever alone,
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
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