I wander round and round again, in my mind of many thoughts. Are they good or are they false, or is that neither the case. I cannot tell if what I feel should be pain, or tears or rage. But neverless thy anger I feel is always directed inside. I yarn to feel the ravish of pain of splendor of my heart. Maybe than I know if it is I who must depart. I am unware if thy should feel or should thy drown. Is it me or is it just that I cannot be found. I wander more and ever more till sudden I see. My heart is gone and now thy the question a arise. Should I be wilting like thee rose, or should I be a blooming? My heart is broken from the consist tugging, now I am left to wander these lands for certainties to come. I feel a dark arising, with nothing, but memories. Are thy good or is thy just another way to remain me. That I will always be just another burden to the skys and those surrounding me... Lost in thoughts I forever shall wander. Frighten of the outcome that is choosen; I held thee blade over my heart, but like the same I could..never..... Closing my eyes I feel my stomach is dropping. Singing goodbye, I bid you all farewell. The door it shuts and now I find I'm weeping. For how do you tell if what I'm doing is feeling. If you're alive, then why do I feel I am grieving... I am now aware I am just dreaming...