I hate them.
And yet it always seems that is what life gifts me.
Most say when life gives you lemons make lemonade.
But these lemons are far to sour.
You have always been far to sour.
And I have tried to make lemonade.
But you have given me no sugar.
I have tried so hard to make lemonade.
And you only choose to rot further each day.
The batch of lemons you have given me are too sour.
You give me no choice but to throw them out.
To throw you out.
For I have tried to hard to make lemonade.
