dreamland

Enough poetry for a while, 

enough tears, enough cries

only a few know me as I am, 

only a few can read my mind.

Words are just words and here they are, 

that I've been destroy so many times, 

that I've fallen until almost give up.

Sitting on my dreamland, 

I'm thinking again,

Will I make it? is this the end?

Confined in silence I've been for so long,

and time has passed alone.

Now I'm watching these scars,

Each reminds me of those times,

when nothing mattered anymore,

there was no option, no cure.

But now maybe I can heal,

just maybe there's a chance,

to cross the night,

to believe once again.