A Poem Rumi Forgot to Complete

And suddenly nothing makes sense. It never did, we just hoped that someday we would be fine or eventually we would get what we needed/wanted. The reality was just disenchanted.  Every 90's kid was told that one day you're gonna win big, the lies that were fed to us, have eaten us alive.  We are still hoping for that fairytale romance, a dream job, peace of mind and God knows what. In this economic turmoil, I can't even take care of my expenses let alone the self-care.  They kept on telling us one day everything was gonna be alright, we would make it, you'll be this, you'll be that. God damn it, I am 28 and I am still here in 2019 - broke, single, inexperienced, living in a rental apartment, own no car and don't ask me about my mental health.  Each day feels like a losing battle against time. Everything that was told to you, to me, to us, everything was a lie. It never gets better. We are not gonna have our childhood or teenage days back. We are just living dead

Have you ever thought how wonderful one-sided love is? It is like the sun rises, grows slowly during the day and when it sets, brings the gloomy clouds of loneliness. Like the moon's phases, the crescent that gives you hope that they will realize your worth. Your efforts suddenly waning down when you're not even appreciated at your full moon phase. It is like a cold breeze, suddenly touching your hair and face, making you realize their presence.  It is like the sky, often blue, sometimes lilac and grey. It is like the rain, with each falling drop, you crave for them but suddenly stop yourself knowing it's just a thunderstorm. It is like a rose, beautiful with a sweet fragrance but dies slowly.  It is like the stars, far far away but still makes you smile on a random Sunday night. It is an emotion, a feeling, that can't be described in words.  It hurts, it makes you happy, it gives you anxiety, it gives you chill but at the same time, it is something that makes you bette