Dreams in my eerie chamber

Life
Death
Which is better?
Which is worse?
Living just makes it harder to die
Dying makes it harder to live
I could live in fear all my life
Never facing the world outside
The only place that felt like home, was my mind
Fill these blank pages with my dreams, hopes, and fantasies
A broken heart can never love
Not again
Not like him...
These demons come back to haunt me
Just wont let me be
Eating away at my mind
The cycle continues once again
I want to see
I want to feel
What I want to be real
I really dream
I want to love
Can I ever find him?
Is he real?
Or in my mind...
Hard to tell nowadays
I'd be the perfect Queen,
If I could find my King