I feel cursed to be who i am, Because no one seems to enjoy my presence. I am utterly alone in this life. I feel like I bother you and everyone I attempt to converse with. I feel like the insignificant spec of dust, but not even the wind cares to ******* away. I'm just cursed to rot here alone, where no living soul can hear my lonesome moan.
But as I begin to lose hope in my attempts to communicate, I find you. A girl Who has for so long trapped herself im my mind. But you my dear seem to ignore me The same way everyone else does. Few understand my pain. Few understand the lonsosme nights i spend begging for sleep. The days become restless and the curse continues, To tear me apart And leave me stranded With a shattered heart.