It was a difficult time (Poem)

It was a difficult time the moment
in which death seemed like a solution
to escape suffering and loneliness
that was murdering my dying soul.

It was a difficult time to conform
with forgetting you in order to survive
and as a phoenix return from the ashes
to catch the spring and blossom.

Yet the memories remain
sharp daggers that threaten the nights
and make me shed uncertain tears
who yell at me that I haven't forgotten you yet.