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?
Copyright © Karah Sullivan | Year Posted 2015
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