She took so much away from me. My senior year of high school. A year and a half of my time. She took the love I gave and put it in the garbage. I took it all to heart I tried to **** myself but here I am. You there, reading this poem it will get better It will look up The storm will clear Or if your like me and find comfort in storms It will continue, or rain again some other day. You will smile again You will sleep easy again Dear reader you will be you again I just don't know when. It's awful, the feeling. Having the things I do is like a grocery list Depression, check OCD, check Now heartbreak, check. But dear reader I say this I've improved I find it hard to cry at her picture anymore I get angry I beat my fists on my table but it subsides much sooner than crying did. Dear reader you will be better. Write poems Draw art Go to that karaoke bar and sing your ******* heart out Dear reader, it isn't worth your life to be miserable. I'm moving to Oregon in a few weeks. The scenery is so beautiful. More beautiful than she could ever hope to be. It snows there. I'll feel at home among the cold because I like it that way. My heart is broken but my will to fight isn't It never will be. The world is cursed and stupid But we find reasons to keep going. Dear reader, Dear me, it get's better. Just keep living.