L.I.F.E

L is for the losing, the luck if you can die. The loneliness that never leaves, the longing not to cry. I is for impossible pain, the incredible talent to remain numb. The inevitable death due to choices we make, the ill-concealed fear of what's to come. F is for frustration, at fate and what it's done. The furious wish that you had wings to fly, a flustered need to run. E is for endless burning, an eternity in hell. The eager wish to instead go, under enchanting heaven's spell