I’ve come to the realization that I will die with so much
So much undone, so much unsaid
So much love to give that was never given a chance
So much words left to be written, to be felt
So much life left unlived
So much pain taking up every crevice of my entire being
Unless I’m given a break
But that requires a miracle
And quite frankly,
I’m done wishing for those.
I’m well aware of all that will disappear down the drain.