Stop! - Poetry?

No room for sadness.
No room for thinking.
No room for what you were feeling.
No room for looking back.

You are being chased.
You are running.
You are strong.
You don't have time.

Time is precious.
Time is for doing all that you can.
Time is worth it.
Stop thinking.

You are wasting time.
Time is being wasted by you.
You are wasting seconds, minutes, even hours.
Those seconds, minutes, even hours will not come back.
You waste it.

Deception.
Dreams.
Death.

Stop!

Love?
Will come back.
The same?
Maybe in a different person.
Hope?
For fools, be realistic.
Happy?
For being alive.

What is this?
A process.
For what?
For getting better.
Healing?
There will always be a scar.

Believing?
In you, never stop believing in you.

What is this?
I don't know.

Stop!
Stay blank
Breathe.
Live.

Too much.
This is becoming bullshit.
No.
It is not fair.
It's hard to handle.
But it can be better.

Heart
Mind
Body
Should be one.
Be one.
Be you.

What if?....

Stop!