There was a time once when I could sit here
And make my emotions come to life
When everything came out just right
But now I hate how I feel and more so
I hate the way I write
Every line is a mile
Another step in an endless race
Highlight the page
And press backspace
I took for granted what I had
And how easy it once came
The words just flew in my head
Another stanza closer to the cure
All the pain that ripped through me once
No longer consumed me like before
So now all I want is to make this beautiful
And to not hurt this badly anymore
Every hard lesson learned, every time I was burned
It all transformed into something amazing
And now I have no place to store these things
They remain deep inside of me
With no comfort or solace left
Only bad poetry
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