Yes, I'm melancholy, as I've discussed. When I get this way, I write poetry. Don't worry, those of you who have expressed your kindness and empathy and those who are my friends here...I'm not going over the edge, I just need to release my feelings. It's how I heal.
So, with that, I give you:

Heartache

Get out of my life.
You’re not welcome and I want you to leave.
I didn’t invite you in, yet you pranced in as if you owned the place.
This place is MINE…this should be my solace
and you’ve turned it into a battleground;
a playroom for you, a well of despair for me.
You’ve been here before and I kicked you out; rest assured I will again.
But I’m not as strong now as I once was,
and the fight is taking every bit of my strength.
Every time I open a door or a window,
it seems you find your way back in again.
I don’t want to board up my windows, for I need the sun.
I don’t want to lock all doors, for I need company.
Can’t you just leave me the hell alone?
What is it about me that keeps attracting your attention?
Is it a weakness that entices you, or is it that you simply want to hurt me?
What have I ever done to you to make you want to do this to me?
I’m going to win this fight, you know.
You won’t get the better of me, for if you do
I will lose a part of me that I don’t want to ever let go.
You won’t take away my ability to love, I won’t allow it.
You won’t rob me of the possibility of being loved.
I’m here, you’ve found me, you’re toying with me, and you’re taunting me,
but I am gathering up my ammunition and I will come at you
with everything I have.
I will rip you to shreds in good time.
For now, I just implore you to leave peacefully
and never return.
If you refuse, I promise you this….
I WILL fight, I WILL win, and I WILL thrive again.
I just need some time to prepare for the fight.