Cursed

I lie in bed listening to the wind outside
Wondering what will become of me.
Is this it? Is this the end?
Eternal darkness with/followed by no dawn?

I’m so sad, lonely & desperate.
I’m filled with a million tears.
My tortured, weak soul is paralyzed
Leaving me wounded, lying on the floor.

This isn’t a life. This heartbeat’s a curse.
I’m in agony, wasting away.
It’s ironic how you can feel like you’re dying
Just by staying alive.

Should I give up? What use is this pain?
All I want is to throw it all away.
I’d do anything not to be forced to go on;
I exist only cause I have no choice.

I tremble in the darkness, my soul screaming inside.
What hope is there left for me?
If no one can help, not even myself,
It’s no wonder it hurts just to breathe.