Mental illnesses

This curse

killed my soul long ago

Leaving just a shell of my former self 

Leaving just a dark hole in place of 

my soul 


This curse

Has taken my life

It started by taking my kite

My childhood innocence 

My childhood delight

 with vengeance it  took over my nights leaving me with only a knife 


This eternal curse 

leaves my mind and body 

in shatters 

But I guess in the end it really doesn’t matter


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