Dream

Have you ever wanted to die and then not, all at the same time?

You jumped off a cliff, screamed the whole time

Stabbed yourself with a knife but cried from the pain you hold inside

Dying isn't very scary you see

It's the idea that my life will never be how I hoped it'd be

They say it will get better just you wait and see

But what if it never does and my dreams stay just that, dreams

As a child my dreams had high expectations

Over the years they've been lowered from trepidation
 
Now my aspirations are just bare bones the lowest of the low

Will I ever get to grow and finally live a life I have only ever known with my eyes closed?