Curse

What I bring
is poison,
I bring strife,
division.
Unknown curse on me,
don't know how to break it.

I better leave,
before I destroy.
I am unrest and anger,
I am haunted by them.

Unable to breathe,
unable to eat,
unable to be happy -
why am I able to feel?

Without me, things were fine,
there was peace,
I can't help but notice
my existence took it away.

So my existence must end.





First published here.
As a side note: I tend to be very dramatic when I'm going through some rough patches. I'm okay. Seriously.