In the heart of my dreams

Nothing quite seems

The way that it always

Used to be

You know,

Just hopeless

And out of focus

Infinite opus

That I can't escape

But in my dreams

Darkness is unseen

I'm not really depressed

I'm just buried

Under these things that I can't get rid of

The only cure is true love

Or learning how to cope . . .

I've already spoke

Of how to write is to

Cleanse

And to cleanse

Is to bleed

And to bleed

Is to breathe

And to breathe is to live

Take a deep breath

Before you're buried again

a/n: none of my friends can read my handwriting >.<