things

Three words that I want to say "sick of it", yes sick of the illusion that things could be different.

Things are right just the way they are even when I cry.

I am supposed to cry to grow from the pain and turn it into power.

Things are right when I scream and want to run away.

I am supposed to scream because emotions are meant to be felt and screaming is one way to feel it.

Things are right when I wake up alone and scared.

I am supposed to know what being scared feels like so I can feel safe when the timing is right.

Things are right when I lose things.

I am supposed to lose things because that is the only way they can be found again.

Things are right when I sit in the dark overthinking.

I am supposed to overthink so I can figure out what step I should take next.

Things were right when I met you.

I was supposed to meet you even if you were going to hurt me.

Things are right when my heart is breaking.

I am supposed to feel my heartbreaking because that is the only way I can feel it being put back together.

Things are right when I disappear.

I am supposed to disappear because nothing changes when I come back.