Running Away

The treasured dreams of my youth rapidly grow old and stale. I cling to frayed threads of hope that somehow I will prevail. Reality has trampled me. I'm unwillingly made to face that lies are my only lifeline, in this harsh, unfeeling place. Wrapped in cozy delusions I was sheltered from the pain. Now that they are all threadbare what is left to keep me sane? I just want to keep on running from the truths invading my head. Denial is a cherished friend when your “happy ending” is dead.