Wednesday, April 4, 2012



How false they are
They don't heal the scars
Left by reality, real life
full of pain and strife

Are a waste of time-I seem to find
They tend to be useless, hopeless, lifeless

Why can't dreams come true?!,  At least the positive ones would do!

Lord, I beg, give me strength, please give me peace. I need to be at ease

Tired of the stress, the ridiculous mess
Put me to sleep, so deep
So negative can't creep on me, jump inside me and poison me, ruining my soul
Turning it from warm to cold

Sweet dreams everyone says...What a crock of s**t!

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