November 7, 2009
It's not like it use to be, false hopes and hopeless dreams, I'm living off of those memories that were so real when I was happy. Now all I do is close my eyes, living with this suffering of lies, never to begin again, I know better than to fall and bend, for a dream that was never mine in the first place.

So here I stand, just trying to be me , here I stand where I can hardly breathe. Holding my breath for another day, I'm just trying to wait again to be okay.

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