My curse is me,
I must agree,
I feel this truth inside.
Masked by laughter,
smiles and friends,
but they see only lies.
Some may know but they don't say,
as if I'd even care.
All time is empty and unfulfilled,
even time thats shared.
I've spent my life it seems in pain,
thats numbed me cause my past.
From child to man I've hoped and prayed,
each day would be the last.
With all breath gone and dark so strong,
I cant be seen to hurt.
To share my pain with someone else,
is the only thing that works.
So read these words and hold your breath,
that you wont be the next.
Who's crying tears because he fears,
the life he lives is hexed.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cursed-life/
