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Jul 2016
My heart is fragile,
My mind is weak,
Sometimes I don't have the energy to speak,
My life seems like a vivid dream
And sometimes I can actually believe
That my limits have finally reached their peak

Sometimes I wonder if I am dead
And all my memories are made up inside my head
Like my heart already ceased to beat
But my mind is still forcing me to think,

Sometimes my heart is so sore
That I don't know if I can handle much more
But I have to for there are these things
That play through my mind
And keep my heartbeat in sync
With the thoughts that play
Throughout my head
As I lay inside my nice warm bed
And although nightmares are my only type of dream,
My siblings make me able to breathe
Glayz Welch
Written by
Glayz Welch  Oregon
   Lior Gavra
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