Love, Cry, Dream, Die

I love
I cry
I dream
I die

I'm waiting
for a way to tell
my feelings to the world
before it all goes to hell.
But it's easier to lie
the truth brings fear
the lie keeps you hidden
and I'm still here.
I live off my dreams
letting them be my cure
but the antidote is running out
everything rots, nothing pure.
So now is my turn to die
with hidden feelings, broken truth
shattered dreams, full of lies
and now I'm born again.

By, Ana F.
Date: April 14, 2005
Time: 11:11am

This is one of the few poems I really feel like the title connected and it flowed rather easily. I gave emphasis on the words with verses and I hope I did them justice. I hope.