Ready or not

The show's over.
There are no options left
The saddest thing to admit
the hardest thing to deal with
once you're through with yourself.
But you know sane hearts don't sing
you know unharmed minds don't whisper
and clean hands don't write what you like to read.
This is to say
that if that's the price to pay
I don't mind.
I want it all
by all means
I have it all, you know?
My wounds no longer ache
My sorrow no longer bothers.
There shall be no looking back -
tell them I'm ready.