I hardly ever see people I see people trying to be people but they fail hollow faces smile at other hollow faces broken hands shaking broken hands no cast to fix them,not hands as broken as these people use one another and they call it love I call it delusion Love did not get us here no my friend it was merely the delusion that we cared that put anger in my heart and guilt in yours if we truly cared you would not have lied and I would not have been so cruel you were not real and neither was I we were existing around one another but not with we were deluded but so are they, them ,all and I pray for something real