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Dreamscape
Oh, how I long to gaze into those eyes
Oh, how I long to drift from this life.
I can't stand the site of this bottle ---
I want to live this life at full throtle.
These pills aren't calming me no more
They make me wonder what I'm here for.
I have friends and family who love me, surely;
But is the person they love truely me?
I feel like a stranger to myself sometimes
Just by the look I see in those dull, blue eyes.
When I reach toward the mirror, I pull back;
When I catch sight of her, my mind drifts off track.
Oh, how I long to gaze at my blood on the floor
Oh, how I long to figure out what I'm here for.
I can't stand the sight of this girl anymore ---
I wish she'd just drift and fade forevermore.
Maybe this life is just a dilusional dream of mine
That comes and goes within all of my lost time.
Oh, how I long for a reckless and rash escape ---
Away from this place. A place worth calling dreamscape.
Dear... this poem made me stop and think. I've read many, many, self-reflective poems before, but this one... this one left a mark of you on me. You're an amazing person, yet you capture your insecurities so flawless. The sadness, the despair, the your daunting reflection that haunts you every time. Truly, incredible.