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The Cost

They praise my talent
Tell me to
Stay strong
That things
Will turn around
Meanwhile every day for me is hell
Writing only helps so much
I miss blissful oblivion
Gone are the days of nonstop drug induced hazes
Gone are the days of laughing in a circle of friends
I miss those times
Now I’m left to face my monsters
Fighting to keep my torturing being up right
Alone
Hoping that I can stave off the darkness
At least for one more day
Why must I suffer?
Is it to be "brilliant"?
If so
Let god take it away
Leave me boring and dull
The pain hurts to much
I cant take much more