smexi-chika

At night, don't wish "sweet dreams" for me, I'd rather there be none. My eyes have closed, the dark takes hold, The nightmares have begun. "Real" doesn't mean anything here Facts are useless things No memories of daytime life prevail Help falls with lifeless wings. I'm running from the darkest shapes Drowning in the deepest sea I scream, but no voice issues forth Quiet pleas to set me free. I wake up all alone in bed Still fighting off the dreams Feeling as though I've run all night With silent echoes of my screams. No rest will come to me this night Just as it never does Each day I grow more fatigued Over an event that nev

Do you honestly think that being cold or manipulative is going to make me want to see you or even try to find time?