It's probably over. I can't do it anymore. I feel like my life is ending and I am heartbroken. I am sorry that I need love to survive, but I am tired of living without it. I am tired of what a lie it has been for so long.
It's not good enough. It's not good enough for my kids. I'm destitute and desperate, but breaking my back trying.
I know why you can die of a broken heart. I know why we get old. It's not the passing of years, it's years of grief, worry and heart-sickness.
I feel like I should at least make some kind of joke about the last couple sentences being Haikus, or something...