Every time I dream
I dream the opposite of my life.
What I want
is to be me. Maybe in my future. Maybe...
I've waited so long,
thinking about it, you, me, them.
Why you, or anything, or anyone?
the countless times I've hopes, and believed.
Only to be turned down,
lied to, broken, etc.
But after all of my depressing life,
why am I still here? How am I here?
I don't know.
I'm "stronger than you know."
Mentally, not physically(duh).
"A heart of steel starts to grow."
*I've had this song stuck in my head all day*
But the point it,
I've been through it all.
All the hurt,
all the lies, the words, the actions, the pain and suffering, sometimes physically, mainly mentally.
But, I've lived.
through it all. I've survived.
I'll keep doing it.
I'll keep supporting myself through this depressing thing called life, and accept any true friends who support me.
Who believe in me,
and ae always with me,
And no one else.
I can only ever be
who I am,
in any life I have.
All I am,