If Life were love I would have already been dead, killed by all that life has hurt me with. Blown in the wind are my family and friends. Gone are those who provided the spirit to help me survive.Pains in my heart and loves only sorrow, but you would never see nothing more than the rain pouring down on the surface of this sculpture.The waves of sorrow crash down on me like high tide and the well of the lonely is filled with the tears I've cried. I am restless, my bed is uncomfortable with the soggy pillow I rest my head because the branches of agony envelopes me were I lay. Tortured in the...