Dreams
My dreams are crushed,There's nowhere to go,
When I'm stuck in between the only thought is death,
Nobody knows my troubles,
People ignore me daily,
The voices in my head tell me:
"You'd be better off dead, and your troubles will be over,"
I don't know what to do,
If to live with pain and remembering it, or
If to live trying to forget my troubles,
I guess no one will know for sure...
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