Reality...Dreams...Nightmare...

Reality...
Something that depresses me greatly...
I want to live in the clouds,
I want to dance in my dreams,
Where everything is always a grand ball,
And my dress is always the prettiest...
To always be awaken,
To what is known as reality...
Destruction...
Violence...
Cruelties in every known way possible.
Why would I want to come back to this?
Why would anyone want to live in this world,
Of endless chaos that can turn even the brightest smile to a frown...
How can you help but feel sad thoughts?
or to stand on your own,
By yourself,
Because you were knocked down,
By those so called "friends".
To feel like there's no hope left,
Because you stare silently in the dark,
With your past hope,
A tiny dot lost in space...
To be sad,
Because "happiness" is the key,
That got lost,
And this door is locked with you left on the outside of this spectrum.
To think of you,
The guy of my dreams,
Far off in the distance,
Killed by the flames of the pain in my heart...
To hate,
Because everything around you,
Is despicable,
And you can't stand the thought of it.
To feel as if no one understands,
Because you yourself don't know,
You can't comprehend,
The wild things in you head.
But what's left for you to do?
When you've tried to open every door?
Only to find that they are sealed shut.
When you've tried to see past the pain,
But your eyes have been blinded by your streaming tears.
When you've tried to find a friend,
But you've been stopped in you conquest of enemies.
When you try to find shelter from this storm of anger and grief,
But you were sucked into this black hole...
How do you over come it all?
How can you prevail?
When reality it's self,
Is a the nightmare you fear...
The reason you can't wake up.
Where an endless sleep seems so far off...
When you wish it was closer then near...
Reality...
It's here...


By: Stefane Hurtault

B.R.O.K.E.N