Cursed.

Wide awake I lay.  
Cannot shake these thoughts.    
Forever they remain.  
Impending an ending.  
wishful thinking, I want to die.  
   
No Longer can I run and hide.    
Tonight I've turned to suicide.  
Suffered endlessly my whole life.  
Endured the abuse and lies.    
Kept Emotions locked up inside.  
Tonight it ends. So casual and quick.  
Dissevered, misfit, so sick. 
Broken I remain.    
 
Nothing can reverse this.  
Cannot be mended.  
Cannot be fixed.  
This life I lead is cursed.    
The answer so simple and pure.  
Death, a fantasy my only cure.  
   
( a work in progress)