Not a poem but a cry for help,
In this world somewhere I am losing myself..
Truth and lies seem so familiar,
I cannot make clear.

To be loved by one is a bliss,
But what about their past.
The shadows which it cast...

I always wanted to be be in a fairy tale,
But It seems all the fairies died,
And I held on to the tale...
Just changing words now and then,
I don't think I can anymore escape..