I thought I could
I thought I could write
because
of this pain
Poetry is an outlet
for unbearable
I thought I could
pull my hair out
for relief
it only hurts
if you let it
I thought I could be
grown up and patient
and strong
What good is it...
to lie to myself
Im crazy with hurt
with loniness,with fear
that if I close my eyes
you'll disappear
I thought I could slip
past all those haunted
emotions...this time
I thought I could write
because the paper
is my friend...
because
of this pain
Poetry is an outlet
for unbearable
I thought I could
pull my hair out
for relief
it only hurts
if you let it
I thought I could be
grown up and patient
and strong
What good is it...
to lie to myself
Im crazy with hurt
with loniness,with fear
that if I close my eyes
you'll disappear
I thought I could slip
past all those haunted
emotions...this time
I thought I could write
because the paper
is my friend...
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