DREAMS.?

As the girls mind wondered hopelessly,
Lions scratching the back of her eyes.
Her hands shaking as if her blood turned
Expired. Disappointed to awaken from her black dreams, heck they aren't dreams
She just watches the backs of her eyes.
Some say dreams are projections of our
Future. Well my future is now pointless.
Pointless to wake.
Pointless to try.
What may be my fait is now
Destroyed by my own mind.
My crazy mind.
My crazy mind can't control it's self.
And my tired and wore out body
Can't handle the shocks
Of depression my brain gives my through
My spine.
So what now.?
Do I stay.?
Do I go.?
Do I run.?
Do I hide.?
What.?
I'm so tired....
So very tired.