Stabbing

You know, some days,
Reality was more horrifying than we could think,
And the fact that we still grappled onto,
The little bit of illusion;
That everything was just but a passing hurricane.

However,
What was more terrifying was that,
The only ones we clang onto for support,
When the world had robbed us of the will to live,
Were the very humans who made us,
Somewhat wish that we were dead,
And away from this hellhole called earth.