Are you waiting for disaster
waiting for the call of your own master,
of your fake reality?
Things you see are only pretend,
changing the rules to the game,
until the end
how do you know the difference,
between who is a foe or a friend
these shattered hearts,
you cannot mend
how far can you bend,
until you break,
how much more sorrow
can you take?
Praying for rain,
or even a day filled with joy,
what a shame,
going insane,
everyone treats you like a toy,
only there when its good for them,
then they leave you alone,
in the middle of the floor,
wishing for once,
to be something more...