My Curse

As my tears fall like the rain down my cheeks
I hold and claw at my chest,
The sorrow and pain weighing on my heart
Has gotten too much to bare,
Yet still I’ll go on,
And no one shall see,
Hiding this from the rest
has become my specialty,
Will you be proud of me?
Will this curse be lifted?

I thought once,
Perhaps you were my cure,
I was happy
But now you’re gone,
I’m not sure what to do
I’m sitting alone,
left to ponder

Why does everyone leave?
Am I that bad?
Even as a friend?
Maybe I should stop
No longer speak to another,
Only to those who stay for now

For now…..
How long will it last?..

I feel it leaving me……
My sanity
My will is getting weaker……..

Can I still some how be saved?