the curse

I’ve hidden so much, I’ve buried intensely

and now it’s hard to get where the problem lies

where the worries feed themselves 

I swim in an endlessly disturbed ocean 

tired at all times, tired even without trial 

the dark star cursed me from day one 

giving up is always around, somewhere in my mind 

yet a skinny strength keeps on fueling me, just enough

to go on shedding the hopes that fill my head 

all dead before their birth, the cemetery grows 

I’ll keep deceiving and failing until one day,

one day where it all goes to waste, ultimately

but I’ll let myself believe it was all worth it