Seeing a Painful Future

It feels as if I am living in the aftermath. When I have not even started on a path. Because the statistics tell a truth that makes me go numb. I decided to never speak- as my voice will shatter to crumbs. I am now waiting patiently to drown. When the world hears my name- there is a collective frown. Wait! Can you allow me to apologize? My peers are foraging into a future as sure as the sunrise. As my path is certain to shrink- I am pointlessly staying awake at night to think. As if I am not deserving of rest. As if each day, I am failing a new test. I am sorry friends, to force you to feel survivors’ guilt. It is not your fault that I have been destined to wilt.