The Curse

Personal experiences

Late nights with my pen in hand
I admit I'd rather be sleeping during this time
A free trial of death, it soothes
 haunted minds like mine,

Haunted? By what? you say
Well I am plagued by a curse,
 a sadness without reason
For I spend many nights alone
 trying to locate where the pain is at its worst,

I have all I need for a comfortable life
Friends, fortune, love
Yet there is still a particularly sour sorrow
 sitting like a stone in my heart,

I should not be so sad
I tell this to myself everyday
I have everything to live for
A life of happiness ahead perhaps?
 I pray,

Maybe it is a lack of interaction
I have a disease in my mind
It needs expelling but unnatural forces stop me,
 like even mouthing it could detonate a bomb,

I wonder if you care
I'm sure you do, I'm just not being clear
I never am
Forgive me

I know it's unreasonable
But you see, the very air seems to 
 choke me
It's a cursed life to live
 with a sadness without reason.