Why? The skies were so blue and bright, The grass so green, so sharp, so right. Nightmares would be if grey, stormy skies, Dead things and bare trees flashed through my eyes. Now the opposite has come upon me. The grey, dead #life is all that I can see. The dreams are now filled with bright skies and #life, Which are why I'm determined for an earlier night. Maybe an eternal sleep is all I really need, Then I would always be there, staring happily. The smiles, the laughter, the bright eyes all around, The birds chirping and the breeze blowing, such a lovely sound. It never really seems fair anymore. The pains and the aches don't mean anything, when your existence is sore. The thoughts all wild and jumbled in your head, No better way than to hope for your death. I've run away from so much in the past, The present, the future, but there's never a last. Continuing to run away from the shadows, Come to find out the darkness is what I followed. How to turn around and get out of this place, The hell to which I've been bound, lost in this flaming place. Deeper and deeper I fall into the dark abyss, Hoping to be granted of my very last wish. Make me believe, Help me feel free, Help me be me And not always hate what I see. It hurts, There's pains, There's tears, It stains. I just want to rip the fake away, Why do you hide? Why do you shy? You were made like this for a reason. To see myself the same, you would think it was time.