Why can't I?

"Move on," you said When I sent the text. But I can't, for it is hard It's harder than trying to open pickle jars. Why must I move on? Why can't I stay? If it weren't for you I might've been decay Underneath soil with a stone over top of my head written all over it my cause of death "Loneliness got to his head, his canvas overflowing with deep red, when he couldn't bare anymore pain he took flight being free again." As I think of moving on, I lay at night In sight all become but a blur knowing to well what is going to occur. As I sleep, I go on my side, and hitting my cheek is a sodden pillow filled with tears. Why can't i move on? Now you know why.