Dreams

Wishes I make,
Desires surround me.
Sometimes I wonder
What would I be

The purpose sometimes,
Silly other times
But they all
Have the power
To drive me.
My dreams
My visions
Surround me.

Hell...

I have seen hell in what I believed to be heaven.

It's Become my burial ground.

My world turned upside down.

Buried beneath the ground, cannot go lower then this.

walked upon By a million lies was my soul.

Lying hurt on the floor, I have lost the dignity in being me.

Was it better to be the other somebody.

My heart is aching, hurting wanting to not be.

I cannot sense physical pain anymore.

My broken heart is really broken-it says hurt me more.

For I was the one to believe.

What was lacking in me and my love.

That this had to be.

Was I never good enough.

Was there ever love?