If “it is what it is,” why is it so the collateral damage of metastatic cancer so fucking hard?
Why is it okay to break promises to me?
Why is it so painful to look at the shattering of once solid love?
Why is it okay for me to take handfuls of pills but it’s not okay for you to take one?
Why did I think it was a good idea to give away all my strength?
Why did it fail me to believe when it came down to it?
Why is it you can’t put your paranoia away for one day and help me live?
Why is it impossible to find my fight today?
Why is it okay for my needs not to matter?
How is it possible for you to listen silently while you hear me cry?
Why was it okay for me to be a day late to get the assist I needed to save my life?
Why is it okay for a copayment for chemotherapy to be greater than an entire months disability check?
Why is it okay to see that my life is slipping away?
It isn’t what my it is.
Why isn’t loyalty, isn’t love, isn’t commitment, isn’t kindness, and isn’t believing in the human spirit – why aren’t these its the “it is what it is?” It is what “it is is always negative.” Why?
Whatever it is.