⌈ CURSED ⌋

'cause nothing weighs more than an empty soul;

i could put those bodybuilders to shame,

bearing a weight i dare you to lift,

please spare the effort, it'll only be in vain.

'cause nothing weighs more than a sunken heart;

no soul could mend what they couldn't see,

or heal what they failed to feel.

in the end, all i could get by was: conceal and don't feel.

don't let them know,

don't let them show,

or my weaknesses will overshadow.

and when those weaknesses will grow,

it'll nourish a flower too poisonous to keep alive.

except the poison can only toxicate itself.

its inevitable, undefeatable idiosyncrasy,

the only bane in its life,

would eventually lead to its wanting death.

a beauty that should've never been born,

unwillingly killed its own self.