Dreams are my play ground where i
Am far from a cold reality.
Until morning comes.

Sometimes my mind is a dark twisted
Maze that i just want out of.
Finally the sleepless nights and anxious thoughts have caught me.
If anxiety and depression was a light
Switch i would be happy to turn it,
And sitting in darkness.
So i would never have to feel like this
Way ever again.

I talk with angels swing on a star
And cry to the blue moon.
Because he understands my heartache
In a way no one else ever did.

Me and the moon have late night conversations.
Reminiscing and swapping stories.
He tells me about his love for the stars and i show him, pieces of my broken
Heart.

My heart is full of deep bleeding
Wounds thats keep bleeding.
Every mistake ever made is put on
Replay so i don't forget them.
Turn the other cheek but to be honest
I am getting tried of doing that.
I love to escape into dreams where i
Am so far away from the pain.
My happiest smile hides all ugly hurtful things said to me.
Sometimes i wish someone would just
Come and take me to a better life.
Because my eyes sting from all the tears i have cried.
Even as i write these words tears roll
Down cheeks.

I don't need a facebook status to let
Everyone know what i am doing.
I can brush off the fat jokes because i have heard it before.
But what hurts me the most is the ones who thinks i can't do anything.
They are the people who cause me
The most damage.

Your like a wrong answer that i
Keep finding over and over.