Almost a Poem

I found this scrawled on the back of an old stack of writing paper from MO that I kept for some reason. Here I am sitting and wondering, what on earth was it for? I could hazard a guess of course but that would only bore you out for the possibilities are endless...

My almost a poem, poem:

I cry my heart out,
and it feels better.
But ultimately,
does it matter?

One thing is for sure, I don't wish to feel that way again.