I feel too much now,
darling, I'm sorry to the
daughters I won't give birth

to, but I know there's still wonder
in this world, but the work it takes
to get there, solid ground, is unrelenting,
these stressors are deadly and I feel that
am drowning, under the deep blue sea,
you won't find me, I'm a victim of introspection,
I'm a Try Hard, who gives, up, too early, and I
suppose this is madness, and I suppose this is me,
so please, forgive me.