“It Is What It Is”

It is what it is. 

“It is what it is”
I say as I am drowning in my own pool of tears-
And I can feel my heart slowing-
Slowly dying with every breath, 
Breaking more and more,
Tendon by tendon. 

“It is what it is”
I say as I am rocking myself back and forth-
Trying to self soothe,
Hugging myself because nobody else is around to console me and hear my cries Looking to the sky, 
Repeatedly asking the most high the unanswered question of “Why”?

“It is what it is”
I say defeatedly,
As a means to give myself some peace while i’m struggling to accept it as true-
I can’t bare the weight of it being a reality-
So I must guard myself,
Act like I don’t care,
Like all the loss I go through doesn’t hurt,
Like i’m not in complete despair. 

“It is what it is”
I say as I struggle to get any air to my lungs-
Hyperventilating,
Vision starts going dark,
My body is shutting down the more that I cry-
And I think I’m going to let it win this time. 

"It is what it is”