Inside A Poem

A time when I was struggling to continue writing through life

I can't write poetry
No not anymore
It hurts too much
And I'm already tore
It brings back feelings
And memories of pain
It shows my life
Is just full of rain
People think it's entertainment
They enjoy it a lot
The rhyming, the flow
Even sometimes the plot
What if they knew
It was mostly my life?
In the times of tears,
And even a knife
The abusing of alcohol
And don't forget the drugs
Those pesky addictions
Just like annoying bugs
But I've killed those problems
Reset the dial
My once known frown
Became a memorable smile