My broken dreams consume me. They're all i see. I look into your cold black eyes and wonder, how someone so sweet could be so scared. I wonder what pushed you to this point. To be so consumed with fear. To look at yourself and wonder why. To watch things in your dreams that you thought you would never see. You wake me up crying, every night i lul you into a sleep where no one can get you. The monsters can't find you and death does not exist. You wake up and say it was only a dream. But it's so much more than a dream, it's a lifestyle how you live. I can only imagine how much it hurts to watch those you love, die right before your eyes...
