Life is like an exceptional nightmare,
With your memories continuously trying to drown you,
In everything but happiness.
You want to slit your wrists and have no cares...
But then you want to wake up,
Screaming "what have I done."
Then you realize you dont care..
Cuz you never really gave a fuck.
So you really go for the blade of steel.
And you get your pills...
And you write your letter...
So they'll know It was all real.
It wasnt just a dream...
You say as you slowly fade away...
It was just this life that was...
The flowers that fell from white to grey.
Author notes
If dreams are like movies then memories are like films about ghost
I'm feeling : 'whatever'y like so i didnt put much thought.. *sighs*
Written November 15th, 2004
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