The cruel reality and bitter truth

I hear the heart shattering whispers in the wind
of pain and suffering,
the harsh whispers of such bitterness
It's like drowning, the absence of oxygen in my lungs,
as I struggle to resist the instinct to gasp for air
I can feel the crushing weight on my chest
the cruel reality sets in,
like the cold metal tip of a gun settled on my head
and the bittersweet truth,
that life may never be the same
as my vision blurs and my thoughts become hazy
the burdens of life heavy on my back
and I begin to realize
that dreaming is incompatible for the lighthearted