life

home is just a word

family just the same

I am not home in my own house

and family can be strangers

 

love is just an illusion

thinking someone cares

yet soon enough another heart breaks

and love dies again

 

pain isn't always real

you think it hurts

and you cry all night

just to realize you don't really care

 

are we just shells

empty shells

imagining feelings

creating emotions that shouldn't exist

 

why do we break ourselves down

when we know heartbreak

will be the end of our doings

yet we continue doing it again

 

why do words mean so much

but others feelings mean so little

what world have we created

is this supposed to be the home we live in

Reviews

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Great insight in your words. You are a wise one. Splendid read and write.