To you who may or may not see this,
I won’t try to dictate how to feel if you do see this.
This is for and about me; it has nothing to do with you.
Therefore, how you handle it is entirely up to you.
Who doesn’t know the cold familiarity of melancholy?
And yet, crave the warm balm that comes from sympathy.
But to avoid the addiction to the drug that is self-pity,
I will ease my pain through soliloquy.
It has been an age since my art,
Has been born of a broken heart.
Witness the damage I bear from being torn apart,
And join me in my healing; this is another restart.