I seem to be,
Perfectly Happy,
On the outside.
I seem to be,
Perfectly Happy,
On the outside.
But inside I’m drowning,
In pain,
That’s too real,
I’m dying and bleeding,
Is this what dreams,
Are made of?
They can’t be,
Made of these,
These nightmares,
That form my life,
Please come see,
What is wrong with me,
I need to know,
I need to know!
I want out,
Out of this Misery,
I want back,
My calm,
Sweet,
Innocent,
Dreams.
Blackness,
Is all I get,
When I close my eyes,
I should get light,
And happiness,
But even when my eyes,
Are open,
It’s dark out,
I see my soul writhing,
In pain,
Is this what dreams,
Are made of?
Come to me in a sweet dream,
And save my soul,
Rescue me from this darkness,
That I know,
All to well.
I seem to be,
Perfectly Happy,
On the outside.
I seem to be,
Perfectly Happy,
On the outside.
Will anyone save me,
From this nightmare,
I live every day in fear,
Of this nightmare,
Is this what dreams,
Are made of?
Come to me in a sweet dream,
And save my soul,
Rescue me from this darkness,
That I know,
All to well.
I seem to be,
Perfectly Happy,
On the outside.
I seem to be,
Perfectly Happy,
On the outside.
But inside I’m drowning,
In pain,
That’s too real,
I’m dying and bleeding,
Is this what dreams,
Are made of?
Emily E. Mehigan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-dreams-are-made-of/
