Once you saw nothing but me
Now you look through me,
As if i was a ghost.

The icy cold fingers of sadness
Creep in touching my heart.
Taking me to the point where i feel
Nothing but cold and numb.
I dont want to feel this most of the
Time i am writing to forget.

Strength doesn't come from how
Many fights that you have had.
Strength comes from picking yourself up everytime you have fallen.

You make me feel everything
All at once.

I realise that my forever and your
Forever is not the same

Words can twist minds lifes
Get lost and ruined.
And the world becomes more
Darker and twisted.

I know that my head is full of dreams
And i get lost in my own world.
But there i am happy.
I can't spend all my days living in a black And white world.
Never smiling being serous all the
Time hiding who i am.
I love to get lost in dreams and be in a
World of own.
I love being a poet and if that makes
Me a dreamer then call me a
Dreamer.