how many times do we have to break,
until we realize the pieces don't always fit
and that there is no atlantis,
only a hell
Life was just a fairy tale by one to many dreamers,
reality comes to only a few
the cool feel of rain against your skin,
the sting of words
the effervesance of reality comes rushing in
to weak , to strong, never enough, always to much
how many times does it have to hurt
until we realize happiness was a western duality
its only purpose to give meaning to sadness
hope to the needy
pain to the realist.