This Is A Curse

There's a war going on
inside of me
fighting to get out
and rip me down
no questioned answered.

Is this a blessing?
No, it is a curse.
Does it get any better?
Can it get any worse?

Is this some kind of love?
I don't know what it is
but I can't shake it off.
No, this can't get any worse.

Some of these things
that fly through my mind
paralyze me from speaking
waking up is getting harder.

These marks on my body
I wish they would fade
constant reminders
of the past I desperately want to delete.