The saddest day

The day she stops pretending

The day she wakes up to only find that the world is filled with monsters

Only they are not as easy to spot as the one's in the closet or under the bed

The day she will blame you for making her believe what you told her was true

Setting her up for disappointment and all along knowing you were only doing it for her own good

And what about the day she tells you she hates you and the world is ripped up from under you

You believe what you are told not out of ignorance, but more or less because of wishful thinking

And somewhere down the line it comes back to bite you in the ass

Because if everyone always got what they wanted pain, suffering, and endurance wouldn't exist

So the saddest day of all is today

The day I chose to let go of something I knew wouldn't work

But in my head I had led myself to believe so

Because maybe I was too scared to look at myself in the mirror and know what kind of person I have become

What about the day she lies straight to your face?

And you come to find she has decieved you in the worst way

She has made her bed and lays in another


"Nothing is easier than self-deciet. For what each man wishes, that he also believes to be true." -Demosthenes