
I am broken, cursed, and forever alone. What is there for me in life except for the curse that has been bestowed upon me?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 195 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-21-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3103003
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Crafting a Thousand Brick Walls
Fighting the enemies within,
Fighting a curse but to no avail,
Fighting and fighting till nothing is left.
Fighting and running and getting nowhere fast,
Run, run, run,
Make friends, find happiness,
Oh great finally I am no longer cursed,
Oh no oh wait they've left, they never even cared.
Wouldn't care if I dropped dead on the streets,
No one would, not even one single human being,
Guess I deserve it,
Guess I ought to just accept it.
Guess I ought to just never make friends,
Guess I ought to just live forever alone,
Guess I ought to never get so close,
Guess I ought to build up a thousand brick walls,
Never let anyone in, and keep the rest of the world forever out.
Guess I ought to just accept my curse,
Live a life of solitude,
Live a life of bitterness,
Just like the maker of the curse wanted...
Watch as everyone else is happy,
And I remain forever alone,
By the time I'm fifty might as well be in a mental institution,
Might as well be forever alone and live as life of bitter sweet remorse.
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