Don't get me wrong...
It's not terrible
It just makes me to question some situations
Whether should it be this way?
Whether should you accept this?

Yesterday I was furious and sad
So sad and so furious that
I cried myself to sleep.
I hoped when I woke up, it would be gone.

But it isn't. It is worse.
So much worse.

I can't stop thinking about it.
It's like a bathtub which is being filled by water.
You can't stop it until it's full.

The question is - what will I do when I will be full?