The days blur,
blessed with dreams,
dreams of you
with dreams of me.
Those dreams aren’t real.
Those dreams are false.
They always come
but at what cost?
The cost of blood,
the cost of pain.
The haze is fading,
and so i pay.
I paid the cost
and now I’m lost.
Forever wandering,
forever washed
ashore that empty
lonesome beach,
that some may call
eternal sleep.
2 comments
I know you feel very lost right now, but there is hope. Your life can turn around and get better.
Thank you for your very kind words. I am simply using this site as an outlet for the pain I hold from years of abuse and disappointment. 🙂 thank you very much though