Day Dreamic Night Mare

Close your eyes......
the darkened shades of black take over
the other senses sharped...ready
am I?
Tounge tied...
On the edge of the pier, looking into the blacken sea of my heart
where does it take me
No one gets to come in
pull me out from inside
Slience is defining
I am fine on the outside
on the inside tangled webs have me wrapped from all angles
breaking chains
destroying everything is the game
but this is not aloud
and the slience is preserved
from her mind
back to reality
into the chair in the room
waiting.
Screaming.

The Truth of the Matter....

is that im starting to see more and more in an unlit world.
That Im alone in a crowded room. I only have everything to lose.
The truth of the matter is that I wanted to be heard and somehow I feel like my voice is lost so what do I do, pulled out the wreaking ball and turn into a bitch. But why should I not say anything abpout what i feel?
Im sick of being there for people and getting fucked over.