What A Hell Of Drug To Beat. Poem by Curtis Mosby

If I die let the world understand why.
I desired to be dead love thy wounded me.
Tears of salt I fought thru the storm of being broken.
White silence I tried hiding when it hurt ignoring my heart.
The over flow of my emotions sank so deep I literally cry myself to sleep.
Maybe love is my enemy how do I get even I wondered.
I begin burning old love letters and pictures of smiles in a frame.
Rebellious against happiness it does not exist I repeat it does not.
Suicidal in the path of certainty where I believe I found my destiny.
If love don’t love me then death will do kiss by poison I know the truth.
My mind is well aware of what my heart does to me.
Still it Love what a hell of a drug to beat.