• He sits in the corner of the dark,
    Tattered room,
    A frown taking over his face,
    His heart darkened by the pains that he feels,

    Today he will be loved,



    She cries softly to herself,
    Blocking out the screams and thuds,
    Holding onto what hope there is left within,

    Today she will be loved,



    They argue to compensate the feelings that they have lost,
    To prove to their kids that they are more than what they appear,
    Shouting,
    Fighting,
    Crying,
    Forgiving,
    They struggle for what is believed to be right,

    Today they will be loved,



    Knowing all that happens,
    We hurt,
    Unable to break through,
    We question our existence,
    For we tire from the fabricated lies that mediate themselves: the only reality we know,
    We dream.

    In the end we all want to be loved.