what if

I wish i was saved. The one on the field whose injured and internally bleeding. Thats how i exactly feel right now. Everyone just says "o its just a bruise, you'll be fine," but you know you wont and everything isnt all right. Slowly the energy releases from you. 

Has trust been lost between our lines? I just need a little fix, theres nothing wrong with that. Everyones screws run loose sometimes. But why is it that im always in the shop getting fixed up how they want me to be? It hurts and i dont want this pain anymore. Just want hope to guide me somewhere, where love is true, people are genuine, and life is worth living. No but im trapped here in this hell whole of a place rotting away. No one can hear my highest pitch besides that old dusty peace sing hanging on the wall in my bed room. Thats my only faithful companion  these days. Sad eh?

To many sad stories for people to hear these days. So i write and keep this bloody mask glued on so my identity is safe. One day i will be able to float out to the ocean like my dreams. Loving wont hurt anymore and change cant happen.

What a dream?