Dreams;
At night,
I lie awake,
Thinking of,
The better days.
When I was young,
And didn't care,
About much more,
Than when and where.
When the selfhatred,
Did not exist,
And we all seemed,
To be friends.
More than once,
I've told myself,
None of us,
Will ever tell.
All our secrets,
Will remain,
Hidden deep,
Inside our brains.
But once again,
I realize,
I'm feeding myself,
A bunch of lies.
The only time,
It would be real,
Was if I,
Took a sleeping pill.
So I could dream,
About the times,
When everything,
Was such a lie.
