Dreams

You ask me why I cut myself.
You ask me why im sad.
You ask me why hate hate my life.
Its you who makes it bad.

I cut myself all the time.
It takes away the pain.
I like to bleed and hurt a lot.
I dont really know my name.

I dont know myself anymore.
I hate this life. I wanna scream!
I like to blank out,
And runaway to a dream.

In this dream I have hope and love.
People actually like me.
I dont hate my life in this dream.
And I actually feel free.

Thats what I want to be.
Free.
The only thing I want to be.
It means a lot to me.

But I cant have it.
I must go through this trial.
Sit and wait.
And have no denial.

I have to this,
As my dream cannot always be.
Its annoying how I hate my life.
No-one is like me.