Who am I,
am I me,
Or am I the person
Others want me to be,
am I just a figment of my own imagination,
Or am I simply in a coma & the nightmare I'm living in is simply a dream,
a night-terror that seems so real,
If I'm dreaming then I wish to wake up and if I'm awake then I wish to sleep deep with no dreaming involved at all.
do I have one,
Are they real
Or are they too,
just a figment of my imagination or are they too just a dream,
My mind my heart are so confused, I'm so messed up,
Who am I,
where am I,
is their any help or support at all.
In my dreams
if they're are really dreams at all,
I dream all my children are with me, but when I awake the horror hits me,
Not one of my children are with me,
The reality hits me,
it hurts me,
It's killing me fiscally,
& mentally too,
If all I'm suffering is real,
then stop the world I wanna get off or just send a UFO because any world has got to be better than the one I currently live on.
"Is this really my life"
Out of all my children only ones in contact,
& that one just like me is really messed up too,
"What a life we live"
Most days I wish my life really was just simply a dream so I could wake up & drink coffee & never sleep again,
and then their are days where I wish my life was just over & done so I can come back a haunt the ******* that made me feel so cold confused and numb. ©