I haven't really had anything to write about
Because life's been pretty good
And I feel happy
But one of the things that I love so much
Is writing poetry
And now I can't do that
Because my life is so ******* great
And I hate it
I hate it so
                so
                    so
                        so
                           so
                               much
And I'm sorry if you think I'm ungrateful
Because I'm not
I am so incredibly grateful
That I have a warm bed to sleep in at night
A fridge stocked with food
A family who loves me
But even though I've gained some sort of happiness
(is that what you call it?)
I've lost something even worse
My writing
And I have no idea how to get it back