Don't make of your wife
Your home decor article.
Let her be
Your sun that
Never stops shining.
Be her  moon.

A heart that doesn't love
Is a dead heart.
Love is not a word to say
Or a game to play.
Love is you and I
We love all
That's my heart's call.

Life is  a long journey
Each day is a new day.
One day for you
The other day is against you.
One day you enjoy the sun
And make fun.
The other day
You cry alone,
Nothing can be done.
Our journey is made up of days
Each day
We witness the birth of a new play.

I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.

Lots of people have helped me
but none have truly healed me.
I guess that's more my failing
than theirs.
They can give me
all the tools in the world,
but if I don't use them
it is my fault I fail.

I work alone.
And when the words are finished
and the ink is dry
I put them in a bottle
and throw them out to sea.

I'm discouraged
and ashamed of myself
so I binge and binge until
I'm discouraged
and ashamed of myself.