the dreamer

I was a dreamer once, way back when the skies were blue and flowers bloomed. I dreamed of big things like becoming a worldwide singer or maybe a artist who's known for her abstract art. those dreams got crushed into a million pieces and i am left with broken pieces of my soul on the ground. i just wish i could re-dream those dreams and maybe even bigger ones, but i can't, not with the way i think. the way i see things is there is no bright side to things there is no happy endings, no dream come true moments just gray skies and depressing poems. i wish my life will turn back to a moment where i don't cry myself to sleep or cut my self to the point where i have to wear long sleeves every day, is that too much to ask. i honestly believe that one day down the road i will have my soul put back together, it's already halfway done, and my dreams will come back to me once more. or maybe my soul will stay half missing and no dreams will come back. i don't know what to believe or who to trust anymore, i have no one and nothing by my side. i know this is turning into a sob story but I'm honestly crying right now. as i wipe the tears i am thinking of the many more where that came from about dead things, nothing and stupid things. i just hope i won't cry myself to sleep tonight or any night but i seriously doubt it.  

Author's Note

sorry its so sad but it's how i feel and i am not trying t o get sympathy but ignore grammar and tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Gina]

I think it's very hertfelt (and hs a lot of grammar issues)

[Oni Is Gaming]

i know it has grammar issues but whatever