These Words

How quickly life can fall apart,
When it's just begun.
How quickly love can dissipate,
When you think you've found this one.
Because of all the pain I have inside,
And all I've suffered through,
I've learned to bury things inside,
Pains that are old and new.
I geed off of my misery,
Using it as my muse.
And then I write these poems,
Which cone in ones and twos.
Because I cannot help being hurt,
And feeling all of this pain,
I have found a way to deal,
Turning loss into my gain.
People say it's not healthy,
To keep it all insise.
SoI write these poems, which you read,
And only part of me has to die.
You're then inspired by my words,
So you write your own that day.
And then I can go on with my life,
Pretending to be okay.