I lived for a dream
A dream which never came true
I became a disappointment for my ownself
I hated to see my own reflection
I hated my pictures
To be suffocated in your own skin
Is something I hope never comes to you
They will never know
How close I was to slip away
Into the silence.
Of the sunlight I will never see or hear.
Someone asked me once,
Why everything just for a dream?
You may never understand,
It was not, just a dream for me