The curse of not being chosen,
A heart that remains unbroken.
A person who wants to fly high,
But can't even say a moment’s goodbye.
The curse of being alone forever,
Not even able to spell her name together.
What a drag this life has become,
Is it worth it, or should I succumb?
The curse of being forgotten,
I wonder how many tomatoes I've got rotten.
Funny, isn’t it?
The writing always tells the truth of myself.
The curse of losing everyone,
Wanna hear a fact full of fun?
Somewhere a heart tries to gain,
While somewhere else, it counts the pain.
The curse of knowledge,
I wonder how people manage,
Living their lives on the edge,
All this just to earn the privilege.
The curse of feeling too much,
Even thoughts of lunch feel like a crutch.
But still, we breathe, we break, we bend,
And hope one day the curses end.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
The curse of not being chosen,
A heart that remains unbroken.
A person who wants to fly high,
But can't even say a moment’s goodbye.
The curse of being alone forever,
Not even able to spell her name together.
What a drag this life has become,
Is it worth it, or should I succumb?
The curse of being forgotten,
I wonder how many tomatoes I've got rotten.
Funny, isn’t it?
The writing always tells the truth of myself.
The curse of losing everyone,
Wanna hear a fact full of fun?
Somewhere a heart tries to gain,
While somewhere else, it counts the pain.
The curse of knowledge,
I wonder how people manage,
Living their lives on the edge,
All this just to earn the privilege.
The curse of feeling too much,
Even thoughts of lunch feel like a crutch.
But still, we breathe, we break, we bend,
And hope one day the curses end.
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