Dream To Reality
I have these dreams,
Occuring you could say,
Sometimes I remember them,
As it begins another day,
The dreams are detailed,
From one step to the next,
It's hard to consume,
Even once in awhile I shake,
I don't want them,
I don't want to remember,
The deaths of my best friend,
Are pieced all the time together,
The blood,
The horrific site I see,
It hurts me a lot,
To just believe,
I miss her very much,
A fire had happened,
Knowing I wasn't their,
When all this happened,
Her mother holding her,
She yelling my name,
Wishing I was their,
But I couldn't do anything,
Feeling it was my fault,
I know it wasn't,
She was suppossed to stay at my house,
That next morning,
Showing up,
Seeing a pile of ash,
Knowing her mom and her were in their,
And now are in the past,
I couldn't do nothing,
I couldn't help,
For I'll miss both greatly,
And they are loved,
A dream,
Wich is my reality,
I want them back,
Past is in the past,
That I seem not to hack....
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