Not all answers can be given.

You don’t get any respite.

I hate how angry you get.

This is a poem a wrote, while depressed, but still find quite true, despite the fact that I have recovered from my depression.

You can’t escape the reality of facts.

I wish my reminder was invisible.

Bad news can be so hard to bear.

This is a poem I am writing at 11:38pm, thought I may as well put my lyricism to good use, I enjoy rhyming, this is just how I feel.

Off the Robert Blog poetry prompt of how things change poem.

You are my reason for living.