This is not a poem. Relax.
My 11 year old daughter has just put her arms around my neck and told me “It is so nice just to see you happy again”
I can’t see they keyboard.
After seventeen years of numbing, soul-destroying depression, losing everything and everyone I have ever loved, ignoring those that loved me even in my darkest, selfish hours these words mean more to me than anything I have ever written. I could stop writing now and be at last happy.
I hope you understand my blubbering and I hope you never have to suffer as much as I have. If you love anyone in your life please go and tell them now. Now.