When reality is consuming me
It's hard to see dreams
Yes behind this face of a clown
You wont listen
These screams
The thunder of darkest clouds
Shines the soul of mine
Inside I am dead and torn apart
But for You my L O V E
Yes I am fine
Long lasting conversations
Disappeared in the shadows
Of past
Don't know how long
Could I bear
How long
Will this truth last
Shiniest was the sun
Brightest were the stars
Until I woke up
From this beautiful dream
Now
Here
Burned bruised scarred
Whispers from the lips of an angel haunt me
When I hear my name
You might be gone
But the ghost of you will still remain
from anonymous 13 year old in London
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