What
doesn't
break you
completely,
only
makes you
suffer.

Talk me out of this futile
nightmare
I call a dream,
pull me back from this world,
where the darkness is real
so you could hear me
scream;
help me please, help me,
save
me,
silent pleas from a
dying soul
in need.

It is such a dreadful
blessing
and a wonderful
curse
to be one of the
hopeless romantics.

Wish I could be
lost
in your
world too,
like how I'm always
lost
with mine.