It has depleted.
It ran out.
I used it up.
And now it is time.

But I didn't realize,
That I depended so much on,
I built so much on,
I made so much on,
something as fragile
as sand.

Now I am suffering
the consequences.
But since,
I have moved on.
I no longer rely,
on such a depletable resource.

It has depleted.
It ran out.
But it still feels like
I can't continue without it.