I feel like a sad song.

Not sad because I have given up, but because it is my life.

It is not real.

The house in my head can never be real.

The only do over is in imagination.

And wrongs can never be made right.

All the damage is too much for my sensitive heart.

I wish I could go insane sometimes.

Just for a moment.

Believe that love was my past and ignore those pesky thorns of neglect.

I never wanted to be as distrustful as I am.

Left to forage my own path forward.

Knowing there is no way to start over.

Not as long as the house in my head is not real.