With every droplet of my tears,

My heart sinks deeper.

Nothing is going right,

When nothing should have been wrong.

My dream is just that. A Fantasy.

A life I will never be able to play out,

But the life that is playing out,

Is the nightmare behind the crumbling walls from the unrealistic dream I had hoped to live.

I have so much good and so little bad,

Yet the bad is overpowering.

It is dominant in the depths of the not so shallow sea I call LIFE.

But life should not be just that. And I know it.

But why do I feel every detail of every bad memory crumbled up in my heart?

I am sinking when I would rather be floating on the surface of the water,

Where the bright sunlight in a florescent dream can touch my pale skin,

Giving me a sun-kissed glow.

But it is hard to swim back to the surface of your heart,

When your brain is weighing you back down.

Life is not what I had hoped it would be,

And hope is what is lost in this horrible sea.