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
This poem is about:
Me