My Kurse

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My Kurse

To others, it seems, I like the life I live,
everything I do is always positive.
But no one knows the pain I keep,
for this "good" life is only skin deep.
On the outside, I wear a smile on my face,
but on the inside, I want to leave this place.
People tell me I gotta big heart,
but inside, I'm being torn apart.
Piece by piece, day by day,
nothing I will do will take this pain away.
Deep down I know I have a curse,
haunting me until my ride in the hearse.
Emptyness and lonliness, torturing my soul,
not ever stopping until I'm 6' in the hole.
I show love and respect, and end up getting burned,
all I want is to be loved in return.
I just want someone to have and to love,
but the curse keeps watching me from above.
All I hear is "everyone has their soulmate",
but a black, cold road is the path of my fate.
Sometimes I don't know why I fuckin' try,
I'm gonna be a lonely motha fucka until the day I die.
Sometimes I wish I could end this shit,
and spend eternity in the black, fiery pit.
I know that hell is where I'm gonna go,
'cuz pain and agony is all I know.
It's hard walkin' through this world all alone,
like having a place to stay, but nowhere to call home.
I wish I could end it, this thing I call my life,
the only love I'll get is at the tip of a knife.
The familiar stabbing feeling as it sinks into my chest,
my life slowly slips away as I wish you all the best.
The puddle of blood grows slowly on the floor,
but at least I know I won't be lonely anymore.
A little affection is all I wanted at the end of the day,
but because of my curse, I knew it had to end this way.

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Nadia1986 commented on My Kurse

07-07-2009

Wow intense stuff. This poem is so sad but good so very good and so true many people feel like that. I think my mom was like that before she took her life. You write like a person that has been in that pain! I will pray that you are not still living in that pain.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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