What happens when dreams can no longer supress the pain of reality? What do you have left when music cannot console you as it used to? When you're trapped somewhere you just DO NOT want to be?
You get overly depressed so often you would rather live on the street and walk around homeless than painfully stay secluded to a place you hate. I never understood why God made me the wreck that I am. Why do I have to dream so much about things that will never...NEVER happen? Can't I just live life miserable? Why is THAT pain not enough and why do I constantly question life?
I hate the fact that I cannot find peace.....I will forever be the emotional wreck that I am that hates everything about herself and her life. I just don't find it fair...
My dreams don't help anymore..they just give me false hope for when I open my eyes and realize life can NEVER be the way it was in my dreams...
