Cursed

My life is a curse, my existence unwanted I try so hard to do good. Burned and torchered, even crucified I would leave if I could. My brain is broken, It doesn't work right Does that really make me bad? I loved who I was, I loved my big heart but now I'm always sad. I'm sorry I'm a burden, a box to be kicked whenever you feel the need. I'm sorry you're so empty, so filled with deceit you'll soon complete your deed. I tried to be helpful, I tried to be kind I guess this is my reward. So many questions, so few answers Is this because you're bored? My world is crashing, my life destroyed It's all thanks to you. My heart is broken, my sight is blurred You won't say what's true.