Dreams

I wonder if you ever loved me -

Not that it matters now.

It’s funny the things that your mind thinks

Before it begins to shut down.

All I need is one more sleep

My eyes are tired and weighted.

It seems that my dreams are the only

Things in my life that still can be celebrated.

I’m jaded. Everything’s broken and tense-

And tents give such little shelter

When your heart is feeling so cold inside

What I would give just to once again swelter-

Melting away in the summer sun

The joys that the warm weather provides.

But the summer can’t ever feel actual

When it can’t warm my heart inside.

Deprived of all love and loathing,

All feelings are feeling forgot.

What a dream it would be to feel something

Be it wonderful, pleasant, or not.

But this nothingness I cannot take

This void that begs to be fed.

If nothing is all that I ever will feel,

There’s no point, for I’m already dead.

Instead of living this empty life

Where the living and dead co-exist,

It’s time to put an end to my strife

And pray that I won’t be missed

I swallowed my choice -

Too late to turn back

I can feel my stomach churning.

Drift away from the noise

Let it all fade to black.

Try my best to ignore the burning.

This yearning inside is begging me, stop.

But the tiredness still grows greatly

A smile, goodbye, it’s my time to fly

And see what dreams still await me.