When did it all go wrong? How did the veil become so thick that our vision has been obscured from light? At times we all fall down and then we pick ourselves back up. But how many times can we fall until we finally decide one day not to pick ourselves back up? What is the determining factor? When do we reach our individual point of no return? How did reality become so unreal? Are the friends we choose really the ones that we can rely on? When it all comes down to it, I guess that the question is, does the veil satisfy you? Or do you want something more?

On the verge of tears but almost too numb to feel them come...
I lose myself in false illusions of happiness time and time again, always coming up empty handed and ruining anything that may have been good.
But I continue trudging through all my confusions and miscomunications waiting for the day when someone will actually hear me and take my hand and tell me that finally everything will be alright.