Thoughts on the subject
These dreams I held in my hand,
Burn me down to dust and sand.
Weighing heavy on my torn soul
Filling up the dreams I still hold.
Without you here this dream is pointless
But with you here I don’t deserve this.
The remnants of this shattered life,
Bring hurt and pain into my mind.
I feel lost, broken down,
Empty, soulless, and hell bound.
I tried to stop the pain by death,
But that just brought more emptiness.
Nothing I do stops the doubt,
Nothing done stops the drought.