I write to purge... I write to cry...I write to remember... I write because I must... I write to laugh...I write to love... I write until the pain leaves... I write until my joy is immortal...I write.
I swear I try,
To fight off the sadness.
I swear to God I do,
But every time,
I fend it off,
It comes back again,
Twenty times stronger than,
The time before.
Like a pack of wolves,
Picking on a broken carcass,
It well never leave me alone.
I really hate chopping these onions.