Making Dreams (The Bearer of Bad News)

dreams.
something you think about
when you sleep.

well,
i dont.

everything
is supposed to
work out
perfectly in life,
right?

no.
the answer to that is no.
everything sucks for me.

no one who cares,
no one to talk to,
no one to see the pain,
no one to help me,
no one to save me from myself,
no one at all.

they just ignore everything
and pretend.

a perfect life
is the biggest lie
of all.

pretending
is safer
than dreams,
thoughts,
thinks,
hopes,
loves,
wants,
stuff like that.

i was put here
to make the
descrption
of life.

the description is right up there,
and,
yes,
it is harsh.

life is harsh,
so get used to it.
you will hear a lot about this
from me,
the bearer of bad news.

harsh words
will fall
from my mouth,
dripping
with a dark crimson liquid
that fills people
with stuff other than
thoughts,
thinks,
hopes,
loves,
wants,
and most dangerously,
dreams.