Curse

It's numb, it's dark,
it's like being caged
in your own body.
It's the heaviness in your chest,
the aching in your soul,
the numbness in your heart.

It's tears rolling out for no good reason,
it's the bottle of emotions closed tightly,
it's the sleepless night and dreadful morning.
it's the inability to get out of bed,
it's the face hid by the mask of happiness,
it's the voice which goes unheard by your own mind,
it's the acknowledgment that is not acknowledged.
No, it's not just sadness, it's a curse.

It's the inability to speak,
despite the loud calls for help in your head
it's the inability to feel,
despite the desperation for a hug
it's the inability to hear,
despite the thirst for new music.
It's a curse to be living
yet feel nothing like it.

It's the inability to express
despite the million words in your head,
it's the inability to be happy,
despite the hours of laughter
it's the inability of keeping yourself together,
despite being organized
it's a curse to be living
yet feel nothing like it