Cursed, Have you ever felt the darkness clinging onto the back of your mind slowly dragging you down. A void filled with nothing, how do I escape this, how do I even break out. How does living feel like when all I see is pitch black darkness. How do I put my mind at ease. So do I put on a fake smile for everyone to see? Because misery loves company, or do I embrace the hate. Cursed, the noose around my fucking neck slowly pulling me in. To me death is not a fearful thing, it’s living that’s cursed.