Writing is Therapeutic for Me

I, myself, have the potential for violence; Especially if I live my life in silence. However, I abhor; people who are comfortable with extreme gore. That is a part of life of which I wish to ignore. It not an idea to which I wish to be exposed; When I'm awake or when I have dosed. For sometimes, when I've gotten drunk, and I'm off my meds; I have dreams about my sister who is dead. It is such a very sad way that she picked; To set off the bucket that she kicked. My half-sister hanged herself; And, her ashes used to sit on top of my shelf. But, after very long, I had, to my family, it return; Because I could not handle her remains that were burned. I used to talk to her angel every night; It was the subject of many-a-fight; Between myself and my ex; This loser made me quite a wreck. I really feel that he cheated on me; Even though he didn't do it technically. I've asked people about it, and some agree; For, sex phone calls; he had to pay quite a fee. He told me I was the only woman to inspire his hitting; He didn't care that it was a crime that we was committing. I hope someday my ex reads my writing so I can get him back; I hope it gives him a heart attack. For, he's hardly ever owned up to his abuse; He is just simply an excuse. But, now I don't care about sadness and beer Because my mind is feeling clear!