POEMS

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I try hard
Yet I can't
The canvas looks so bad
The more I blend

The harder I try
The more miserable I get
I wish I could fly
I would've fallen, I bet

People ask me
Has she relapsed?
"I haven't." Answers she
She's a liar, she's going to face a collapse

The scars turn purple
As I carve with force
I sit there baffled
With a crying heart and soul

I tried stopping
But I relapsed again
I've been flopping
And I've no one but myself to blame

I sit and wonder, why is the world so cruel?
It can't be helped, so in a world where people are mean,
Eventhough, it's like fire burning with fuel
I can't even stay a day clean