I keep telling myself
it’s all right
to not have what I want
to not get what I crave
to pine for what I deserve
to lose what’s mine
But in reality
I’m dying
of these meek attempts
of these fake comforts
of these suffocating breaths
of living these sore lies
I keep telling myself
that I’m all right
but a voice echoes from deep inside
“you’re not, but you’ll survive
without longing, what’s life!”

Wow this was beautiful and I’ve felt much the same way very recently so this definitely hit home! ❤
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An absolute stunning composition Asha, the emotions and real make this poetry a sheer beauty.
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