Deliver Me

Crashing down. As I reflect on the stories of my youth I dig deep for a kernel of truth. These are the kind of things that keep us up at night. I've yet to find those fairy tale endings, save for the times I was just pretending. These are the kind of things that keep us up at night. What does it mean when we mean what we say but we keep losing faith every day? Deliver me from this wasteland, deliver me from feeling alone. These days, at best, are a shadow of what they should have been. Deliver me from this wasteland, deliver me from feeling alone.