Waking up to Nightmares

Is it the things you are forced to go through in life that makes you different
Does it open your eyes to lifes true value

And if so what happens to the people considered to be lucky

That never have to experience pain or suffering

Because looking deep into his eyes I hear a story

A person who has only so much left to love

But still keeps loving

Or a women who was never amiable

And cashes in her sour taste for something bitter sweet

Or the girl who wishes for something better

Because she sees nothing in what she has

I am calling out for help
I am reaching for a guide to say they understand
And tell me a story of bad dreams that turn out to be good

Because the only thing that seperates me and sanity is myself

The twisted picture I have in my head tells me what I know to be true

And it hears nothing else

But lies,

Lies that make my shadow crouch on cold basement floors

And leave scars to remind myself of who I am

And what I want to be