My forgotten dreams
I sit in my bed every night,
Wondering “when did i ever do something right?”
Then, a thought corsses my mind.
“You did great, you did just fine.”
I sit there through the whole night,
In silence thinking“is this all i can do in life?”
I had dreams, and hopes.
I wanted to dance, i hopped,
I would be a star, shining on the stage,
A bird, free of its cage.
Flying on the way, to succes
I hoped to reach one day.
Im here now,no dance no bird.
Just me with my portraits of hope.
I just paint, my sadness my dreams,
Thiking “wow, is this really me?”.
It is,actually.
I used to wish for one day to make friends,
I used to socialize, it was great.
I wanted to have a group of friends,
A group i thought never had an end.
I have friends, but like the word says, evey single one has an end within it.
They go, they pass by when they please,
But im always left hanging on seen.
Im left wondering and hoping, for them to finaly answer my texts.
Full of love and respect.
All i get in the end, is just a thank you, next.
All these thoughts and truths cross my mind,
When i lay in my bed,with my eyes coevered,blind.
