So very close to dreaming,
Inside a brightly woken day...

I asked Him in a fearful time,
"Is what I'm believing right?&quot...

It was more than a white lie,
To say that I was alright...

This poem is dedicated to all those who struggle...
"Why would they give up on her?&quot...

You watched it all go down first hand,
The rise, the fall, the crash...

Such pain is confusion, the wall is up,
I'm ashamed of who you are...

Here in the splendor that is my mind,
I hollow a space for myself deep behind my ribs...

Transparent fingers trace my spine,
Sending shocks of fear through me...

A shot in the dark where I've been so lost,
I'm giving up the fight...

Pent up-unknown experiences,
Blocked by pain that my mind was unable to store...

This diamond sifted from sands of glitter,
Is created from the blood of red Crystals...

Slip. Fall. Crash.
Land inside the PAST...