cursed

i beath cursed by the days that are time
i am doomed a life of falling wellness
only to reflect on the good that was yesterday
only to look to the past as the golden days
and then they seemed the worst days
and as i look back i am blind to the future i am being dragged into
and now i am held back by any hope of being free
by the pain and hate, sowwrow that has bred into my chains
my weights are heavy and strong
and i fear i will never leave
i am worse than the year before
and i wish in my hope that being stripped of so much
i can become great again
but i know i am cursed
and this is the same as last year
no friends no hope no love
and i will go through another year of suffering
and i will become less of a man
because i am cursed to look back and see what was
and what is tomorrow will only be less
and death will come slow and painful
by pain or age or the world ending
but i will not ever be happy
for i am cursed to suffer