It’s been hard

It’s been hard.

Hard to be without love and wanting.

It makes me want to quit

and hide away forever

let depression win over me.

I have been quiting lately

and people worry.

I worry.

I always say

I’m fine, if I stop writing then worry.

But I did stop.

And the black hope came in a swooped over me.

It’s been hard.

Hard to know that I will be attending an unveiling for my poppi in a few days.

It’s been hard.