Never Stood a Chance

I knew I didn’t stand a chance,  

But still, I fought, hoping to change the odds.  

I knew it was hopeless from the start,  

But I worked, I bled, I gave it all—  

And now I’m left with nothing but this silence.  

It’s not even a relationship anymore,  

Not even a flicker of what it once was.  

How do I describe this? How do I call it?  

Going 28,

And I don’t know where I stand,  

I don’t know what to do,  

What step to take next.  

I’m just stuck,  

And you?  

You don’t know either.  

So where does that leave me?

I knew I never stood a chance,  

But now, it’s not just that—  

It’s the fact that I can’t even stand  

The chance of not standing a chance.  

I’m empty,  

Hollowed out by this void that grows each day.  

I’ve always been terrified of growing old,  

Of being alone,  

Of fading into the quiet shadows of time.  

I was foolish to fight against fate,  

To try to alter something that was never meant to be.

I gave everything,  

And still, it was never enough.  

I still didn’t stand a chance,  

And I never will.  

The hurt doesn’t fade,  

It only sharpens with every moment,  

Every word that confirms my deepest fear.  

They say the pain will lessen with time,  

But with every reminder,  

Every new hurt,  

The tears only fall harder.  

The ache doesn’t soften,  

It burrows deeper.

I never stood a chance.  

And I never will.