
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.