Let me make it clear to you You know me, you do Pretending for just another second too long and I wreck it I dream you come to me in love I send you away inside I smile as if I want it too But I won't ever pretend it's about you The dream I have, I have for me an extremely unholy glee Let me hold your hand, ease your shirt over your head and seven hours later I'll pretend that you're dead Let me hold you in my arms, and dream it'll last and I sit by the phone waiting, you forgot me that fast? Hatred clouds my vision, rationality is mourned I try my best to be your dream and I'm just scorned Pretend I care just long enough to say that you were my type, but you don't like me this way Focusing on ups and not on downs the scars on my arms bleed as I lay on the ground I snap out of those thoughts, I watched myself die but luckily for me it was all just a lie but I asked myself: If this is not real Why do I have all these scars and weals? Don't despise me, I begged, don't hate me, don't like me everyone else who tried to strike me I outlived the enemy but there were more behind him And I never had a chance against all of them I dreamed the other day that life was worth the fight And I dreamed that I'd find the one who'd love me tonight But as usual, that dream-well, it never came true It took my happiness and turned me blue Well, I sit in my room with the pills in my hand look out the window and gulp them, they taste like sand The effexor works, and I marvel as I lie down And take up a dream that drives me to another town.
Reason for writing:
Just dreaming, as usual.
Birth sign: Aries
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