Have I lived enough?
I have fallen in love with every particle of my existence.
Given my everything.
Left heartbroken, soul burnt to ashes. Lost my self.
Found my self.
I have been free and traveled the world.
I have been detained and left alone with my thoughts.
I have lived in dream cities; climbed corporate ladders in dream buildings.
I have been homeless; hit rock bottom in scattered pieces.
I have been loved and cherished.
I have been used and abused.
Haven't I lived through enough?
Why am I still paying to take up space?
What is there left for me to experience?
I see moms holding their newborn child and saying it's the best moment of their lives.
Although I wish I could also have that one day, I'm not sure it would be fair.
Every child deserves the best, and I am unsure if I could provide that, especially if I'm not around.
"Cheer up, there is so much more to live for."
But is there?