Cursed

I open my eyes, the world is gonna kill me. My fragile heart wasn't meant to last. My mind is screaming: 'Can you hear me?', bringing up horrid things from the past. Is there really a point, really a reason, or am I here for someone to laugh? One of these days, one of these seasons, I'll go drown in my own bath. Logically, I know my behaviour comes from some really, really fucked up genes. However, I feel that a long time ago somebody put a curse on me. This whole life feels like a fever dream. Humans, to me, are a mystery. I will either live to see eternity or I haved died young, aged 13.