IN MY HEAD
by diary of a brokenlife
I hope life isn’t what its making
I wish and dream of a perfect life
But I always snap out of it.
All the cuts and bruses are battle
Whombs but yet my life is a battle.
It seems that every person I meet shoots my heart and I keep walking and continue getting shot. then i walk into your life and you dont harm me insted you feel my heart and kiss the whombs and they heal but thats all in my dream.
I want something real.
I know nobody’s perfect but I want something to go right