You've looked down to yourself for so long that you forgot what it was to be alive. Break the walls that you've built around you to protect from the agony, the pain, the apathy, that trapped you into them. Our lives are not supposed to be talked about in a piece of poetry. They are too complex, unique. Our reality cannot be determined simply by words, rhythm, rhymes, music. Chemical signals. Physical laws. Duties, Emotions. Joy. Wellbeing. Despair. Depression. The possibility of crying out loud all of the sadness that had built in for ages, and to absorb all of the splendor of a hug with someone you love in a minute that lasts forever. Enjoy your journey. Do not waste these precious moments, even the darker ones. We are to be living wonderful and sorrowful times, but life is not about wonderfully sorrowful times. To wish you were someone else would ruin and waste your precious uniqueness. It is all about the journey, just live it all, experience all of the thousand sides in a diamond where life beatifully scattered its light. Experience the shadows, thrive in the dawn. Just do not forbid yourself from living. Do not anticipate. Be wonderful and find your way.
Long breathe. Embrace yourself, and open your eyes.
Sometimes things don't go your way. It's part of the game. Has to be, would be a pity if it weren't. I hope this is appreciated by the few readers.