Dear John

I’m sitting in a room. I’m not sure if the world had changed Have I changed? I live my life making other people cum. I spend my energy giving hope to the hopeless. A lot of these guy have is all The American Dream A wife, Children, House, and a nice car. What is missing? Why is human nature to be comforted? Rather than to comfort. Is it nature? Have we all been hurt so deep that we’ve drowned? We’re floating in a world Looking for a raft Looking for the boat to happiness Does it exist? I, really don’t know I have glimmers My eyes light up My heart pumps with excitement Only to fall deeper into a state of despair I wake up every morning saying today is different But it’s the same I’m ok with it This is my path This is how I have survived I find people bubbling with happiness Is it REAL? Is it their husband needing service Is it just the lies we tell ourselves to survive? These men will show pictures of their families There so proud And spend family money And cum all over a stranger Is this happiness? Is it control? Are we not having the types of relationships To make us feel love Why do they come here? What are we missing?