My dreams are a sick joke, they taunt me.
Even in my dreams I know that I'm an idiot that's about to wake up to reality.
I can walk forever, but I still end up on the pavement.
I tell myself what to dream, but it never works.
My dreams start off wonderful, but before I wake they turn to nightmares.
I try to fly across the beautiful blue sky, but I always fall.
Everything is so clear my head is a mess.
Why am I always hoping that everything will be alright.
Why do I believe that this will be better in a different light.
Life can be so cruel to me, and their is nothing I can do.
I hate being trapped in this careless depression.
I hate being the one that gets hit with this pain.
My Life is a trick gone horrible wrong, they all laugh at me.
I try to wake up with out breathing so heavy, but I have no control.
Even in my dreams I'm the center of this waste.
I don't want to taste this pain anymore.
I don't want to walk with this mask on my face.
I don't want to be the one that is the joke.
My Dreams are cruel game, it's Game Over every time.
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
Comments
Dreams are meant to be random, astonishing surprises. Some good, some bad, but all are simply breathtaking.
You've got a long life ahead of you, so take time to drown yourself in the beauty of that beautiful blue sky while falling.
[Multitasking, babe]
Lastly, getting so many gameovers make the final victory even sweeter. Keep on trying; there are cheat codes.