I want to cry from my thoughts
Music is my expression
I run and hide when i see your face
Dancing is my frustrations come to life
You hate me, even though i dont hate you
Reading is my escape
Your laughter and smile are my scars
Dreams are my realms of impossibilities and messages
You walked away
Reality is my living hell
It wasnt the knife in the back that killed me
It was the bullet to the face





