Isn’t it funny?

to beg for love

in a world so barren.

so desperate to feel

amidst the crowd of the numb.

longing to spark a flame
inside 
the walls of these
stone cold hearts.

why do you seek life in something

you’ve so viciously murdered?

why do you lock the doors to a home

when you wish to be taken far away?

Isn’t it funny?

to live by deceit

when all you crave is honesty

to wish for death

when you’ve tried so hard to live.

and to plead for someone to stay

when all they want to do is leave.

Isn’t it funny?

to receive only pain

when all you’ve given is love.

and to give love

when all you have is pain.