Life isn’t a Dream, It’s real Shit
Why is it so painful?
Once Crystal clear and beautiful,
Now a turned poison from what was as pure as golden dust,
She wanted nothing to do with it.
Not long ago it made her bleed.
on her shin that burned.
She was a hollow shell.
Into an endless oblivion she fell.
Pitch black and nearly brain dead.
There was nothing in her life ahead.