Dying Dream

I don’t know what to do anymore I’m so tired and lonely, scared, and bored
I’ve been waiting so long for someone to adore
I give up I don’t even care anymore
Maybe I don’t belong in this world
Can anyone understand,
my mind swirls,
My emotions could rage to the extreme and then die again all in a single moment
It seems theirs nothing left to dream.
Nothing left to reach,
Why should I strive to achieve a dying dream,
One that’s understood by only me no one to share it with,
It is back down to me,
alone with myself no where to flee happiness eludes me
My strength,
My will bleeds out.
Surrounded in loneliness and debt.
The mind, the heart, clouded in confusion and doubt.
I long for a false reality another dimension any way to get out.
I just want to feel nothing right now.
Instead I’m stabbed in the chest by my own guilt and regret, So many things,
so many things I’ll never forget
Why can’t all these things get out of my head.
They won’t stop the feelings I get,
The things I can’t forget. They're all inside and will not relent,
There’s no way out I can’t even cry please just let me die.
Then maybe I can see, see something good after I’ve left.
Why must I want things that simply do not exist,
Like love, and heroes and magick within the mist,
I want my fantasy world where true love resides in a kiss so strong it could save my life,
Or bring the shine back to my sad eyes,
but alas all the heroes have died.
In my heart i long for the sun to shine.
This,
this dying dream of mine......