my dear melancholy

a wave of melancholy has hit me today

with such immense force,

that i don’t know what to do

but sit and face the horrors

going on in my head

every time i think, now i can finally breathe,

there seems to be some sort of

ancestral, hereditary karma

that springs up,

and i am the one paying

for all these forsaken sins

i wonder sometimes

who i was in a previous life,

whom i might’ve crossed

or angered

or betrayed

or hurt

what would make them curse me

in every lifetime,

and condemn me to eternal damnation and suffering?

a wave of melancholy has hit me today,

with such brute force

that i feel i’d be better off dead

because frankly,

i don’t think i can endure

another moment of this pain