Reality

The tears fall to the paper below,
The heart beats intensely,
The arms wrap tightly around,
She sits alone and sobs.

The want of something special,
The need of something real,
The hurt of the reality,
Happiness always her vice.

The pain of dramas relived,
The agony of hate,
The love that always cut the deepest,
She embraces the numbness again.

The numbness her escape,
The numbness her best friend,
The numbness becomes her everything,
As she accepts happiness is an illusion.