When dreams become real enough to exist,
When they take over your life and start to persist.
Held as a barrier between real and fake.
Drives you to ask yourself why God oh why.
Lost to psychotics because of a dream,
Lost to great fears because that’s what they seem.
A mind keeps on grappling,
Discovers the memories of what used to be.
To fall with your fears and your dreams and your love.
Is like falling into murky,
Who is to know of their secret romance.
Secrets are secrets not meant to be shared,
But help only comes when that secret is spared.
To hide something so raw,
Brings up the wounds of scars going black.
For how long no importance,
For how brutal no ignorance of people who blame.
The blame’s not on others,
But fucked up crude labels,
When said right out blank,
Why love and psychotics go hand in hand, j
Why love comes with baggage so heavy and sad.
But people stand strong confronting the torment,
They stand with their head as high as a tortoise.
And they face it with fact.
And choose not to look back.
Than things of this world.
To their heart and their soul.
But this has to be done in order to heal,
But never again will they be granted that shield.