the meaning of a moment

why do we dream when in the end they die with our decaying bodies? we smile and move forward with hearts of gold only to go home and drink our selves to sleep. in this tale i will leave behind small pieces of my life in the form short poems. warning: my writing is usually dark and even though i'm in tenth grader i can't spell for SHIT. so keep an open mind and relax/drown in my darkness with me.
Also some poems may not relate to my life, it may just be an idea I got randomly, so I'll try to tell you whether a poem is about me or something else.
~noizygirl

Note: cover is a Google image. I claim no ownership. Just wanted to say this because I wouldn't want to take take credit or let people give me credit for something I didn't create.