Sunday, April 3, 2016

Survival

Finally, after all these years
I've decided to give up believing that
there was something to this myth.
You need a heart to live.

Grandiose visions of happiness
Of being found and loved
Fill my head like a sickness.
I take the pills to make it go away.

Once, I believed in fairy tales.
Oh, how I loved them.
How a man came and brought hope
to all who met him.

Too bad those are stories.
Lies stuffed in books
to keep us searching
for that which doesn't exist.

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