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Cycle of Pain
I stare at the words that fill the page,
All of the words are so full of rage.
My pain is the poison that is killing me,
My words are my antidote that will set me free.
So don’t you judge me it’s not fair,
Keep it to yourself because I don’t care.
I write this to get me through,
I write it for me and not for you.
These words I write heal my soul,
They cauterize my wounds to make me whole.
They release me from the demons I hide,
And they douse the fires that burn me inside.
My soul will be clean in due time,
I feel it heal with every new line.
The more I write the better I feel,
In due time all my wounds will heal.
I write so much it’s all about me,
Eventually my mind becomes empty.
No more thoughts I’ve turned off my light,
No more words I have nothing to write.
The poisonous pain it does return,
Igniting the fires inside; I burn.
Again I will need to heal,
Using the words to tell how I feel.
Writing down my words of misery,
To erase the poison from within me.
Again the cycle of pain will come to pass,
Hopefully this time will be the last.
