With every droplet of my tears,
My heart sinks deeper.
Nothing is going right,
When nothing should have been wrong.
My dream is just that. A Fantasy.
A life I will never be able to play out,
But the life that is playing out,
Is the nightmare behind the crumbling walls from the unrealistic dream I had hoped to live.
I have so much good and so little bad,
Yet the bad is overpowering.
It is dominant in the depths of the not so shallow sea I call LIFE.
But life should not be just that. And I know it.
But why do I feel every detail of every bad memory crumbled up in my heart?
I am sinking when I would rather be floating on the surface of the water,
Where the bright sunlight in a florescent dream can touch my pale skin,
Giving me a sun-kissed glow.
But it is hard to swim back to the surface of your heart,
When your brain is weighing you back down.
Life is not what I had hoped it would be,
And hope is what is lost in this horrible sea.