A view on life is more than a view
A life on view is a different story
The glass protects me
From the unspoken lies
The lies I wish I had not felt
No one said anything
Just my head
I need my glass
To help shatter me further
It was one my safety blanket
Blanketing my views on life
So they don't succeed in reaching the surface
So I don't succeed in putting my face in the dirt
Do I even care at this point?
Its not like they would anyway
Its not like they should
Theres no turning back
Maybe I'll sear myself on the grill
Just to make sure I'm there
Maybe I need to get up and care
But I'm too depressed to get up
I can't figure out the meaning of human
Was the actual meaning to care?
To have emotions
In order to be strong?
That never served up a good day
Emotions mean nothing
Especially for the selfish people around you.
©katie
K