"Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is believing you're worth the trip."
— Glenn Beck

A curse

I wish I'd never drawn a breath, For every day feels worse than death.
Their words like daggers, sharp and cold,
A curse I've carried since I was told.

"You should have died the day you came, Nothing but failure, nothing but shame."
I hear their voices, night and day,
And wonder why I'm forced to stay.

No hands to hold, no friends to call,
Just shadows on these empty walls.

Their hate, a fire, burns through my chest,
I close my eyes and long for rest.

For every step I've taken wrong,
I never found where I belong.
No place, no heart, no love to keep-
I only wish to fall asleep.

They wish me gone,
I feel it too,
A world where I am never new.
Perhaps they're right,
I shouldn't be,
And maybe death will set me free.

~ the blackboard