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Locked Inside My Dreams
I get so sick to my stomach
I wanna plummet to my death and end it all
I get so depressed
These pains in my chest
No one to call
My downfall's forseen
I'm locked inside my dreams
And it seems reality's just a fuckin' nightmare
I sit back prayin' someone actually might care
They're not there
They can't be found
I'm gettin' clowned by society
Constantly beaten down by their notoriety
Praying to be saved by my own poetic justice
Is justice even real
Or just something we feel
Something we need to feel safe and secure
In a world so unpure
I'm sure the lure of the cure will make us all feel better
I've gotta fuckin' get her
I sit and write fuckin' letters that'll never be read
I'm fucked in the head
My emotions crushed by the things that have been said
So I'm almost done
Life's no longer fun
My river's almost run
Completely dry
It's time to say goodbye
it..might sound weird but i can relate to what you're saying. its really hard....staying...sane. not that i am..but who knows? ugh yes....so..its really good and the emotion you put into it rocks....
and i thought
i was the only
one with pain
like that tight
work on this one .
Hey Brandon,
This was really heart felt, and it made me just stop and think about my past. I've been exactly where you are, or where when you wrote this, you definitely not alone. Don't give up.
Think about this: Don't say goodbye before you've even said hello.
This was a very real piece of work, but don't give up when your down. The only where to go from down is up.
Jonathan Suttle