Painful

I feel like a curse, and I was born to be cursed, and maybe a curse to many.

What have I done....? That i'm challenged in so many ways, when i'm not even strong enough. You said you wouldn't give me something more than what I cannot bare. Maybe you meant that I wouldn't die, since i'm still alive right now. But I'm growing weaker and weaker by the hour. I breathe breath of fears and insecurities, bitterness and death. Maybe in order to fall, then we'll learn to get up. That is too hard to bare. Is this your better will for me?


My eyes have run dry. My heart has been a pain for itself. Is there any more hope for me?

I fail in becoming what you have called me to do.