I'm giving up writing,
I cannot do it anymore,
The pressure in my head,
Is too painful, too sore.
Don't try and talk me out of it,
There's a lot of changes I must do,
I cannot function physically.
I just didn't want to disappoint you.
I'm glad I've entertained you,
Made you both laugh and cry.
But now, I'm lighting the match
Watching my ideas die.
They say all good things
come to an end,
But this is not goodbye,
Just until I'm on the mend.
24th May 2015
