I had a dream yesterday.
I did not fly. I sunk.
I swam, I sunk.
I hurt some one.
I sunk.
I choked on a shred of hope.
I sunk again.

I feel.
Alone.

I hurt some one I cared about last week.
Turns out he's the only one that cared back.
I slapped my shred of hope in the face,
before I choked on it.

I poked at your life.
I wanted you to hate me.
Hate me, hate me.
Make me hate my self.
I want to choke.

Don't give me air.
Air makes it all so real.
You are my air.
I don't want reality.

I feel different.
I feel.
Emotionless.

Let's take another trip.
Shall we?