What’s life!

I keep telling myself
it’s all right
to not have what I want
to not get what I crave
to pine for what I deserve
to lose what’s mine
But in reality
I’m dying
of these meek attempts
of these fake comforts
of these suffocating breaths
of living these sore lies
I keep telling myself
that I’m all right
but a voice echoes from deep inside
“you’re not, but you’ll survive
without longing, what’s life!”