":i say / that even after April / by God there is no excuse for May"

bad memories and broken hearts and nights spent in the ICU at the hospital and bad dreams and severe insomnia and depression and dropped courses and new pills to make me happy and mood swings and disappointment and wasted tears and relapsed anorexia and— you know,
they say that April showers bring May flowers.

I think that I would like to see them this year.