Awake I suffocate
In sleep i don't dream
Life is a journey i was forced to live
Death is a love i cannot have
I dream of peace
I dream of love
But who will love this soul of mine
Which cannot love itself
Here lie my thoughts in this book, why don't you stop and take a look. While you read the secrets written there, try to ignore the silent screams no one ever seems to hear. Reading this will take some time, but you might recover my heart, lost long ago, that was once mine.