XIV - These dreams hold me, they told me

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I dream of a place that doesn't exist,
If only to escape this cage we call life.
Freedom is only a word in this place;
This trap, this phase we call ours.
But what is ours? Our dreams?
Conscious minds only dream when able,
But I dream unstable, unable to control this fear;
The fear of living another day without myself;
Caught inside the endless pit.
I can't stop falling.
I dream of something better;
Where we create our own fate;
We weave our destinies how we'd like.
Give me this chance!
Only in my dreams.
I weave these strings I call my dreams.
But I cant sleep and I can't live,
This empty feeling takes over me;
Overwhelming senses I sink and drown.
I need more.
More than this substitute for life!
I cannot live with things floating around in my head;
Never to become realized.
I wish that I could stay there;
Reality sucks me out of grasp.
I hate this life but maybe someday
My dreams will come close,
Even the slightest chance is enough.
It will keep me afloat, atop this ocean.
Ocean of lies and deceptions, when will it stop?
Gripping these ropes tight around my waste
For what I'm supposed to be.
What is normal? What is sane?
I cover all these posters advertising false names!
These people don't know the beginning
of what they could be, like me.
No one understands;
I hate this reality;
But still I stand;
Firm and tall.
My roots grow deep with the changing winds.
These winds can't push me down.
I'll fight to keep these dreams inside of me,
They won't leave now,
Or ever.
Don't expect me to topple over stronger weather.

Author's note
I'd like to point out I wrote this while I was angry, and it's not a poem about suicide. I wrote it with the intention of explaining how dreams can never be reality and 'I' would be grateful for even a slight time out of reality. It also talks about how life is harsh and sometimes we don't want to deal with it and would rather escape to our own worlds. So NOT suicide, but instead about overcoming and fighting anyway.

I might add on to it or correct it later.

I always appreciate comments and maybe some critics? Idk if I'm ready for critics though.

Thanks for support!

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