.

These thing I wrote,
All these sadness,
All these despair,
Never meant to hurt anyone,
It is easier to greet someone with a joy stories,
Then to face death of someone with nothing more but sorry.

Some people cry to let go,
Go do sport, travel,
Well me, I write,
It washes away what I have left,
It take me longer that I assume,
But in the end,
It ends where it supposed to be.