I never knew how wrong I could be,
I never knew how far off,
from reality's door I could possibly be.

But now that I do,
It's not that great.
I feel like crap.

Slowly I begin to pick up the pieces,
that was my life and re-build once more.
A life I can be proud to call my own yet again.

Worries consume my thoughts in the day,
doubts consume me through the night.
Never a moment of good for me to consume.

How come my life is hard,
yet yours seems so easy?
When did you become so inhuman,
and how come it took me so long to see?
Why did you have to destroy this pure heart,
of mine of this wonderful love I once had?

Written: Sunday 06 January 2002