Mescaline

Can't think.

Can't see.

Blackness

Grabs me.

Heading home

The last train

Speeds past me...

Forgotten again

But I don't mind

Actually, relieved.

What am I saying..?

What am I saying?

Don't be deceived.

Don't listen to me.

I want to go home.

I want to go home to her.

But she's not there... is she?

Told to be happy

Told to move on

I can't when it doesn't

Make sense that she's gone.

Sure, I can run.

But, hell, I can't hide.

From Truths catching up.

So sorry... she died.

"She's not gone yet!"

I yell at the passing train.

And then I wake up.

I cry. I scream.

I thank God that it was only a dream.

Or was it? I can't really tell the difference

Anymore.

Is this nightmare my reality?

Or am I "okay"?