Anger and depression
Overwhelmed with emotions, I pull to the side of the road and let it all out. Man, It seems that all I can do is crying these days. There never seems to be an end to these damn tears. What kind of a whimp am I? The pain, the pain, the freaking pain that bites into me like the closed jaws of a pitbull, when will I let it go? Why can't I just run away and leave it all behind? I want to escape so damn bad. I so do not want this hogwash. It is forced upon me and I resent every minute of it. God, I hate you with a vengeance. Louise is gone, gone forever. You took her away from me. Now I am nothing but a lost soul pouring its heart out in an empty car by the side of a lonely road. I hurt so bad I just want to die. It would be so easy to drive my car off of a cliff and end it all. I guess it's a question of what hurts more, and right now living is insufferable. It's so tempting, it could be so quick; finis with the unbearable pain and sadness; adios muchachos, see you in the next life; goodbye cruel world; I'm getting off. But as attractive as offing myself is, I eventually give in to the last ounce of good sense left in me, take a couple of deep breaths and reluctantly pull my car back on the road and set out to face the day once more.
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