I feel as THough i'm awake in a dream.
but thIngs arN't as good as they seem.
when you're dreaming, you don't have to be afraid.
i'm afraid, K ?
I'm scared to death
and i'm beginning to wonder when comes the time that I have to wake up.
L

it's nOt that I want to,
V
i'm just afraid of what's coming nExt
Y
and I dOn't want to be.

take my fear away?

U


IS THAT OKAY?

"I hate you." The words floated out of my smile and formed a smile on your face.
"No you don't." you replied with a smile. We both knew you were right.
The truth is, I far from hate you.
But the painful truth is, I don't want you to think I believe half the things you say.
I tried so hard not to get attached this time, but it's clearly too late
and now I'm left scared to death of one of the things I want most.

I avoid eye contact cause I don't want to be easy to read.
I hide my smile cause I don't want you to know,
but it's you that I need.
-DSY.

there's a monster that takes over me.

Day in and day out you sit on my shoulders.
Watching and judging my every move.
Your weight is heavy and it slows me down
but as you stare down on me you beg for me to speed up.

I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you but who can decide what they dream and dream I do..

Dreams, what are they meant for ?

Everytime I'm having a good dream, i wake up and realize it's not real.

Maybe they're there to show you what things would be like if everything was the way you wanted it to be.

Nightmares, what are they meant for?

I get panicked.

I wake up in a sweat, sometimes in tears, only to realize it's not real.

Maybe they're there to show you how lucky really are and that you should be thankful.

but what if you can't tell weather you're having a nightmare or not?

How are you suppossed to know what to do?, to strive for what has happend in the dream or be thankful what's happening in the dream isn't your reality.

you suck the life right out of me.

This Is killing me, you know.

I'm stuck.

I keep slipping.

I'm so lost, and I needed an escape from reality.

People Wonder why I keep going back to you.

but the thing is you seem so unreAl, that you take my mind off of the thiNgs that are real.

You make Them seem less real, you make everything seem less real.

It's nOt me when I'm with you because something like this woUld never happen to me.

noT in a million years.

You're all I think about.

I hate it.

I hate you.

I Need you.

Let me Out,

Please?

W.