Why?
You ask why I write?
Why did I put my thoughts here?
Out into the light.
Simple.
She is the reason...
I can't hurt her, so I write.
All my thoughts come out at night,
And that is the reason.
Hurt.
She doesn't know how I hurt.
The way I lay in pain,
Yet I still love her the same.
Love.
I talk about love so often,
And how it hovers above.
Even though I hate it.
I can't escape how I adore it
Death.
It is inevitable.
An unshakable truth we face.
So, when I die, I hope
My pain will stay...
