Dream you never existed,
For my life that you made twisted,
You'll go to hell,
I am dumb but I can tell,
These nightmares chase my shattered soul,
No matter if I sleep with open eyes, cold,
Chases me every single second of my life,
Flashing scenes like a grave of dreams and strife,
Used to wonder why adults want to die,
But as I grew, I feel it—like a silent cry,
This sad life,
Depressing smiles, fading like withered light,
My heart can end itself anytime...
...drowning in veins of sorrow and fading rhyme.