This nightmare has no ghosts, or zombies, or anything unreal. This nightmare I have is about a sad boy, who hates the world and struggles with everything in life. This nightmare is about a boy who can’t focus on studying because he has to focus on keeping the rope under the bed.
This nightmare is about a boy who can’t focus on eating because he has to fight that urge whenever crossing a bridge. This nightmare is about a boy who can’t have friends because of his anxiety and his lack of ability to cope with life. This nightmare is about a boy who uses alcohol and drugs as a crutch because it works better than therapy and pills.
This nightmare is about a boy who still cries over his mother, creating memories of her instead of reliving them because she was gone before he was born. This nightmare is about a boy with no dad because he ran away from the future of this boy. This nightmare is about a boy who tries to forget about the pain by inflicting pain on himself.
The sky cries for me I walk alone No thoughts or feelings Just a desire to go To the river Into the river Just to float And maybe drown
My blue hair ripples Cold water makes my body panic My lungs are gasping I fall under Riding the current Wherever it wants me to go I float back to the surface Thanks to my empty soul Today's not the day Perhaps tomorrow
Time is on your side, what a beautiful lie; so many reasons to cry, so many wishes to die. Spare time is worse, to reflect on your curse; when life moves this slow you prefer a physical blow. You just want to go, you’re sick of feeling alone; you quit asking why when you’re too tired to try. You barely get by and long for the end, this hand you were dealt you can’t ever amend. You'd rather fold, It's getting so old. Your life's a joke; even with money, you'll always be broke.
this shower couldn't be any hotter but there's some things you can't wash off the feel of his eyes on your skin the hope in your mind when you're still innocent, these marks and scars will stay until i'm skinny, old and gray they do not make me who i am just remind me of a price i was forced to pay, surviving doesn't make me feel strong no matter how tough because there's some things you can't wash off and the water is never hot enough
You never really know how strong you are until you're alone, crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor. That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are and I promise they are bigger than you ever thought possible.