The canvas in my mind is blank.
I lack a muse to inspire and infuse feeling and poetry.
I cannot marry them together like I used to.
Right now,
it is all malice and mystery.
It is all ‘I hate my body,
and it hates me.’
What did I do wrong?
As my motivation hits an iceberg,
my get up and go has
got up and gone.
What did I do wrong?
These are my days
but they don’t feel like they are mine.
As I fight to live a life free from pain
I will be the one that softly weeps
you’ll still have honey in your eye.
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