Grave Of Broken Dreams

Running away from the coldness of reality... I trip and fall on the broken shards of my dreams...( cut and bleeding ) ... Im not ready to face what I have become...      ( nothing is ever what it seems )... Im scared of the darkness so I wont move forward... I refuse to go back because I know what lies there and its nothing good...( My decisions go from bad to worse )... so now the only way left to go is up... the only problem is Im too exhausted to move... so I will lay here on the Grave Of Dreams until I can go on again...