mad world;

"i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad. the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had."
my head was pounding as i slowly awoke. it had been one of those nights again. as my eyes slipped closed one last time, the images replayed. it was the same concept of the dream i kept having. she didn't want me to be in their lives and nothing would stop her from ridding me from it. it hurt. every second that the dream continued, my head throbbed harder and harder. i couldn't fathom the idea that the past thirteen years had been a joke, all leading up to this plan to get rid of me. every time my mind wanders towards it in the abyss of my dreams, i die. i kill myself in every way possible to stop from hearing her. get rid of her. those words haunt me, every second of every day, both in my dream world and in real life. she puts on such a good face. sh makes it seem like she is the perfect angel in every situation. it kills me. everything about her kills me. i'd rather be in my dream world, happy and dead.