Hell

My biggest struggle is fighting the tears
Although my love is stronger, afer all these years.
My heart is broken, for those I hold dear,
They're my biggest worry, my greatest fear.
Without them I'm empty, if truth be told,
My life would be nothing, as I get old.
So I try to reflect on all that is good
And cherish the memories that I know I should.
And look for tomorrow, when things will be well,
And banish forever, those feelings of hell!