To Poetry and The Rose...

Some days, I get so lonely, so lost, that I just break. Break down. Cry. And cry more. I get so lonely, so lost, that the worst thoughts try to enter my mind. And I have to work so hard to keep them out. Give all my energy in order to keep them from getting in. It’s draining. In the end, I’m left with an aching head and heavy eyes. So I sleep. Sleep, and pray that the next day, doesn’t bear the same results…