Why Cant We See. Poem by matt hartwell

some times when we see pain we run away. not wanting to believe that such a horrible world could exist in our perfect suburbia. sometimes we lie to ourselves and believe that everything will be alright. the truth is that its all to hell. most of everything is Bullshit. and half of everything is a God damned joke. Karole i love you. My shoulder will always be a welcome place to rest and for you to cry. my arms will always be a place understanding. My eyes will never be judgmental and will always look on you with all the love in the world.....
Love you... peace..