• I keep chasing those same exact memories every night,
    and every night I think,
    "What could have been?".

    Somehow,
    I never win those dreams.
    But when I finally do catch up,

    I look in.
    I don't find happiness.
    I find horrid,

    terrifying scenes.
    Therefore, I'm reminded of the pain that has happened,
    that i've tried so hard to keep from seeping out as my tears,

    I tried to believe both of us,
    that we could be so perfect there would be no flaws.
    But no,

    none of them ever came true.
    Like everything else that has happened,
    a good thing always comes to a end.

    Maybe that'll never change.
    Maybe as I lie there dying,
    tears will still be falling down onto my heart.

    Making it crack all over,
    I don't want to pick up the pieces.
    I don't want someone to break it again,

    not again.
    I don't think I can take it.
    I'll let them scatter on their own,

    maybe someday someone will gather them all.
    For now,
    I can just keep screaming,

    in my own little mind.
    Waiting.
    I can only hope this pain stops once and for all.