Chopping Onions

I like to hurt myself like this sometimes.
Afflicted me,
like a
leper, gladly chopping onions,
blindfolded,
laughing, crazily
bleeding, unaware
blissfully goading Fate,
crying,
screaming,
trying,
to see, simultaneously,
why
two hearts
can't
beat
as one,
why, in a dark world,
you, I, someone,
anyone,
just can't find a light,
to switch,
on.
Look around, you said,
focus, you said.
Well, I did, I have,
I lived, I dreamed,
I loved in a deep,
deep voice,
rejoiced in life, me
rejoiced in love,
hallelujah,
hallelujah, I sung
but the tale of this little boy
ended before it begun.