What is the point of trying
when we are bound to fail?
Why do we have that terrible
jolt of hope
when we know our chances
are next to none?
I think it's because
human beings enjoy
pain. Loss. Failure.
We enjoy the thrill of it.
The sting and the burn.
Why?
Because of the pity that we attain.
All we really crave is attention.
Not love or understanding
but for our lives to be the
saddest, the most miserable
of them all so we can achieve
pity.
Is it worth it?
Is it worth going through all
that terrible and gut wrenching
pain that stings in our eyes
and our hearts
just to accept a warm smile
a baked casserole,
or a simple hug?
Are we really
so delusional that we
think this so called
"love" will fill that
empty, dark and deep
void that we carry so
far down inside?
Yes.
We really are.