finally a dream come true

You saw me lying there
you came and kissed me
It was the best thing that ever happen

It made me happy
I wanted to yell it to the world
you finally loved me

You said you love me
I said I love you
everything was perfect

suddenly reality hit and I was woken up
It was all a dream
and now I dont know if i should cry
or If I should go jump off a bridge and die.

death of a wounded soul

many nights have I stayed up.
many nights you have said I love you.
You have shown me that you don't care
yet I know you do, or at least I think you do

You play with my heart, you torture my soul
you tell the world to kill me now
to leave me hanging
to leave no hope behind

my hope is dying
little by little the dim light vanishes
my soul dies, my heart bleeds
and my being slowly dies.

obsessions

this year i learned many things and one of the saddest things i learn is that hearts really do hurt. I had always heard the expression my heart hurts, or i am heartbroken, etc etc. but i never thought of it as a literal thing. I don't this is something that we should all go through but sadly i think is something that the majority of us will experience at some point or another. Today my heart is hurting, and I dont like it. I guess that after a while little things just set me off, specially after holding so many emotions in, and then randomly little things happen and things like this happen. Ill randomly get depressed, or start crying, or like today my heart will feel broken. The stupidest thing of it all is that the people that cause this dont even notice it, and if they do they are not aware that they caused it. But i guess that wouldn't change anything because i doubt they will change or they would care enough to do anything about it.

Obsessions

He has many obsessions
but they all tend to change as time passes
today it is lilly, tomorrow daisy
and the next week rose.

His obsessions seem a little faulty to me
very shallow at times
other times I just dont pay attention
but most of the time it hurts me.

He seems to go happily through life
but I know he is not
he is just as miserable as me
but he is too good at hiding it

His obsessions serve as a why to hide
a way to change his reality
his obssesion create a reality
one where he is happy

Why does it matter you ask?
well it matters to me,
it matters that all his friends have been one
except me.