Denial

There's too much that goes on in my head that I ignore on a daily basis.
And I very well could have kept it buried,
if it hadn't been for that dream I had.

And this is why I hate remembering my dreams.
They bring up emotions long forgotten.
They bring about a happiness that I can never have.
They brought about a hope that was entirely false,
and I when I wake and remember these dreams,
It's like crushing me all over again...
and I am begging to be saved.

But still this begging means nothing,
because in the near future I won't feel these things anymore.
I won't feel anything anymore,
because somehow I have managed to effectively shut down all emotions that may attempt to seep out.
I don't feel strongly about anything anymore.
The passion is gone,
and everything I feel, see, and do is just me killing time.
I don't enjoy myself anymore.
There's nothing in this world for me to enjoy,
though there's a whole world out there that I would have loved once upon a broken dream.

This can't be all there is.
This can't be it.