“Everything happens for a reason,” they say.

But what reason explains being broken?
What purpose lies in tearing someone open,
leaving the pieces scattered and forgotten?

I watch my heart crushed beneath everything I cannot control. It feels like showing a dying man an oasis, only for it to be a mirage

A cruel illusion of a place that was never real at all. A place where hope is born only so it can die. Where a man is made to want life again, to believe he can be free, only to realize he is still trapped in suffering

I pray for an end, yet none comes. I remain  bound to what was taken, forced to live in the echo of his loss  so he suffers without escape.
I suffer Every single day

All because I wanted something that was never meant for me.