The question keeps ringing in my ear. It is all I hear. Why to live when death is so near. She yells, complains, and seems far yet close. She is angered by me yet draws me in. Work is all she sees yet life lives free. When I say something that makes no sence she dismisses it. Later I’m right she hates it. She is mad one second and the next she’s glad to see me. I make my wounds feel numb just for a few seconds when our time together through the year every second rushes through my mind. Why must life seem so painful. Yet I die by drowning in the pain itself caused by her.