Life is just a cruel façade isn't it. Maybe all that's meant to be isn't the harsh reality of what it is to be alive. Maybe it's easier to feel alone and unwanted than it is to feel used and abused. Maybe it's easier to be torn down as opposed to beaten up. Maybe it's better to bottle everything up than it is to let it out. Maybe it's smarter to keep all thoughts inside instead of speaking them aloud. Maybe feeling numb is better than feeling the vicious sting of pain. Maybe feeling the feverish headache throb as a constant reminder is what's best. Maybe love really is just a meaningless 4 letter word. Maybe the what ifs are more in tune than the I wills and the possibilities. Maybe just maybe the life being lived now isn't living it's just dreaming. Maybe it's time to wake up and taste the acrid bile that can only allow one to truly taste life.
Maybe... just maybe.