World War Me

Make Me Wake Up

A moment ago it seemed all of this a bad dream. Something which I so would wake up. Something that I could forget and not worry about it. A moment ago it seemed all of this to be a nightmare. But now, a moment later, everything is so much different. My eyes show me the cruel world. The voices in my head tell me to die while faces flashes before my eyes. Painful memories come sailing in my head offer. The fake smile on my face and the tears can no longer contain the help impossible to obtain has faded somewhere in nowhere. The music turns out to me understand is the only against which I can in line for acceptance. The people around me hurriedly passed without any time to my forced racing look. Shady sites are my home. Under the sheets buried and looking around me, wishes for death angel to advance. Praying for the death wish and for the stopping time of this suffering. The moment when I could be redeemed and again might start up there. Done with the concerns and done with the tensions. Would I ever be freed in this life? Where is the exit? Is suffering the only option? The hero when I wait too late. This is the end of my story. Close this nightmare and make me wake up.