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Delusions
by Kate Reneigh Woodruff
I know not who to trust
I know not how to care
But, I do know that this life- sucks
That there is muck everywhere
It doesn't matter... why do I care?
Everything is just a lie
The truth was forgotten long ago
And obviously so was love
I need someone to be there,
To step on me, to belittle me.
I wish for nothing more
To do so would be delusional
Do people still believe...
In miracles? In anything?
I guess not, no use to believe
Nothing ever turns out right
The more you hope the harder you fall
I won't torture myself
Not to any degree does it help
Nor does it make a difference
Life will still suck tomorrow
There will be more muck to step in
Don't confuse fantasy
With cold reality
I want to believe...
In you. In me. In life.
But what for? Little bit more pain
Little bit more suffering
My thoughts become a blur
I care about nothing
That won't be here tomorrow
So, I guess I don't care about you
The hurt upon my lips
The sorrow in my eyes
Are simply reflections of the world
No delusion there
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