Fall

The air is beginning to grow cold

2018 is growing old

So many memories this year does hold

Leaves begin to change and fall

Gone are flowers that once stood tall

Another year with no call

It's been another 

A hell without you hear

Bouncing between grief and fear

I love rain, so not only my eyes cry

But one day I hope my tears will dry

I wake up every day and die

The year is ending and so am I.