Losing Blood
It would've been so easy if it was purely emotional. For I have mastered the trick emotionally. I have taught my heart how not to break. But how do you keep yourself from crying when your whole life hinged upon it?
My heart didn't break. My life got smashed into smithereens.
I dreamt I bled. And continued bleeding. This really cute guy (cute guys who are interested in me always only appear in my dreams) came to my aid. I was wearing a white dress and the blood soaked it a crimson red.
'I'd call you in 12 days'. He had told me in my dream. 'And you must stop bleeding.'
When I woke up, I wept because I realised that guy does not exist.
'Please remember to call me' I whispered in desperation amidst streams of tears.
Dreams are my only form of release. I am always happy in my dreams. Even if I am having a nightmare. When I wake up, I scream. There is noone to hear me because I am always alone at home.
Dreams give you hope. False hope but still hope. Hope that he'd call in 12 days.
Waking up smashes that hope. Reality mocks you in your face. Noone would call in 12 days. A present from reality.
There is this barrier between me and the place I should really be at. The people I should really be with. Everyone in my dreams love me. They can't wait to see me every night. I hate to return to this hell hole everytime my dog barks.
Blood. Let's see what it says.
Have you ever felt so tired you can't find a word to describe it?
I wonder if anyone ever felt this exhaustion I am feeling.
I can't wait to go to sleep. It's the only thing I look forward to these days. Waking up can be a fat-assed bitch though.
How do you not wake up?
My heart didn't break. My life got smashed into smithereens.
I dreamt I bled. And continued bleeding. This really cute guy (cute guys who are interested in me always only appear in my dreams) came to my aid. I was wearing a white dress and the blood soaked it a crimson red.
'I'd call you in 12 days'. He had told me in my dream. 'And you must stop bleeding.'
When I woke up, I wept because I realised that guy does not exist.
'Please remember to call me' I whispered in desperation amidst streams of tears.
Dreams are my only form of release. I am always happy in my dreams. Even if I am having a nightmare. When I wake up, I scream. There is noone to hear me because I am always alone at home.
Dreams give you hope. False hope but still hope. Hope that he'd call in 12 days.
Waking up smashes that hope. Reality mocks you in your face. Noone would call in 12 days. A present from reality.
There is this barrier between me and the place I should really be at. The people I should really be with. Everyone in my dreams love me. They can't wait to see me every night. I hate to return to this hell hole everytime my dog barks.
Blood. Let's see what it says.
To see blood in your dream, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments.
To dream that you are bleeding or losing blood, signifies that you are suffering from exhaustion or that you are feeling emotionally drained. It may also denote bitter confrontations between you and your friends. Your past actions has come back to haunt you.
Have you ever felt so tired you can't find a word to describe it?
I wonder if anyone ever felt this exhaustion I am feeling.
I can't wait to go to sleep. It's the only thing I look forward to these days. Waking up can be a fat-assed bitch though.
How do you not wake up?
posted by Sharry at 8:06:00 PM
1 Comments:
I know how you feel, for the past year, ever since I broke up with my fiance, and was bombarded by my family and friends that it was a big mistake, all I want to do is sleep, waking up was a dread and a constant battle. Good news though, after about a year or so, I realized that nobody can help me but me, and with that I spit (figuratively) at everyones comments and go about my life my way. I have to say, it's fun to wake up now, cuz I know I'm living my life for me.
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