The illusions

Tears of a garden now broken
The guilt of planting a seed of pure trust
Into things that haven't yet grown;
Invested time when the planter's were clearly just covered in rust

The weeds of her mind have taken over
She's
Entangled in this illusion
Confined to finding lonely lust
How much can one heart take?
Before her whole chest busts,.
Open to show what the pain really is
Just guts and muscles and emotional troubles
Whirled into warped ideas of what this life should be
Instead of focusing on her reality