I sit on the wooden floor hugging my black lace pillow.
I sit and I stare off in my own world.
A world that contains so much love.
So much wonder.
A world where I am in the arms of my beloved.
The fleids are full of sunflowers.
The breeze is light.
His arms are strong and warm.

I jerk awake my face wet my arm sore.
I touch my face.
When I look at my finder it is smeared with black wetness
I sigh and mumble about my eyeliner running and mixing with my tears.
I look at my arm red near blood from my hand.
I sigh which doesn't help my tears.

I am a dreamer my mind in a world that is not real.
My mind that fonders off thinking of my beloved
Knowing that what I did was wrong.
A promise I was suppose to keep.
I broke because of the pain I was in at the time.
I start crying again.

I am a dreamer I dream of a wonder world.
Where people are kind to each other.
Where people love eachother.
No hate
No blood
No abouse
A place where I am excepted no matter what.

I lay now on my bed dreaming but the reality is weighted down on me.
Sad to the brink of darkness.
Hearing the voice in me.
Telling me to do stuff.
I'm afraid to me alone.
Afraid to face this a lone.
But I must so I don't bring down the ones I love.

This pain.
This alonelessness I feel
All of this feelings inside me
Will be faced a lone
I am scared yes
But it must be done


This is notba mythollogical poem this is one where I am laying on my bed at the moment crying and no way to release it no one to open to without hurting someone so I will share the only way I know....