Life is just a bad dream.

 I need to be free. Im lost. Im so afraid. Weak and unsure of myself. Perfection haunts me. People like hell. Self esteem like bullets.
I want to scream just to feel free. I deserve nothing but a knife to my neck grasped by the hands of what is right.
The blood of truth flows and the tears of guilt rush from my ignorent eyes.
Surrounded by minds. Endless minds. Never to seek what is inside. Never to see thoughts frightens me. I wish I were to fly somewere and wake up from this bad dream named life.