I am writing this from the bottom of my heart
where all of the strings have snapped.
Quietly, a cascade of smolder shrouds my face,
finally putting my my mind to rest,
if only for a moment.

If there were any melody,
any melody at all,
that can get me by,
pour me a glass and let me be.

It's cold outside.
I think the tears are freezing to my cheeks.
My nervous hands struggle to write this.
But I need to ask one question:

Why does this life have to be so hard?