Something morbid and depressing.
- Sophisticated in that "I hope you are okay" sort of way.

Love heaps,
Kalah.

"I can see violets in your hair"
xx

The speculative risk of suicide, its what forestalls any plan. That is any plan to end it all.

The piece has a well defined outcry. It shows the side of a p1ssed off EpithetPoet. Who demands to know if Happiness or love does exist.

Such questions become circular figure eights - never ending. I have yet to find my answers. But I always say ... Why do I linger on, to face an empty dawn?

Maybe to stand strong, and live long? Or what? Living life should be a blessing, but why is it so? So like this?

A deeply affective poem. Loved your message, your outcry, the confusion, the emotion especially.

5/5

*You never fail.