Perfect life will never exist,
no matter how much you strive or persist.
actions are null, words are passing winds,
I'm sick of living, deciphering hints.
I lay my head, eyes shut tight,
sealed room, no sight of sunlight.
my heart beats fast, my veins are pumping,
reminiscing the words i avoided using.
Soon i'll be drifted away, in a world I created,
reoccuring incidents where i've once regretted.
all is well, felt more real than reality,
beginning to refuse to wake in agony.
Escaping the cruel world, the unforgiving soul,
those infuriating people, manipulating whole,
how i wish i can stay here forever,
eyes shut tight and waking up,never...