poets in a coffee house

to live is to suffer. a carved pumpkin; the carvings will show as do the scars on your skin, but the candle inside lights up like the hope inside your heart. you will be broken down, you will build yourself back up, and what you feel now will pass. they say time heals, but sometimes it feels as if the absence makes my heart grow fonder. so why does it hurt so much to move on? i swallowed the poison, and i keep throwing up but it still won’t go away. it’s been years and my stomach still aches.