Monday, December 4, 2006
Some build walls.
Some fake their problems.
Some people sit up all night, without a wink of sleep.
I sleep for I believe that if I sleep when you wake your despair will be gone.
I come home and shut myself, and my problems in my room.
I cry out my sorrow, pray for my death, then sleep.
I dream my dreams of fantasy hoping thone day they'll come true...
because I hate reality, it believes in nothing but pain and heartache.
I'd rather not face it, so I sleep.
None of my despair nor sorrow has disappeared so I'll continue...