When is it okay to say “I am done “
WHERE BREATH MEETS BREAKING: A POEM OF CHRONIC TRUTH
When is it okay to say, "I am done"?
When my tears have run dry because I can't cry anymore?
When I feel like a stranger in a room that only has me in it?
When daytime turns into my nightmares and sleep is my only escape?
When my misery becomes a domino effect that makes people roll their eyes?
When I can’t remember what it was like to be someone's happiness?
When my top priority was to never be a “nuisance,”—
That feeling has vanished.
When the pain—the goddamn f’ing pain—is bound to every breath I take?
When my heart has taken one last blow from the thousands of apologies I make that no longer hold any meaning?
When my painful broken body feels excruciating, crippling me as I hang on day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute?
This is who I am now,
And I will forever be shattering the unconditional love that was intended to exist between us.
My soul is lost forever.
Is it okay for me to say, "I am done," at this point?
Or is that not my decision?
Do I have to scream deep inside,
Slowly drown, and suffocate in what I never wanted—for myself or for you—
Until you say,……….."You're done"?
Chronic conditions are something I WOULD gladly wish on my worst enemy!
(Don't judge; you do not know my worst enemy.)