Ambitions

My mind has dark truths hidden between beautiful lies. These things tie my soul into a knot and I being to choke. These dark truths is the noose. And the beautiful lies is my oxygen. And I grasp so damn hard for oxygen. I do not want to be swallowed up by the evidence that my life has left behind. I want to live the optimistic lies I've been fantasizing about ever since I can dream of. But reality is a bitch and it does not let me do that. It shows me that I am wrong in so many ways. That the perfect life I've always wanted is just a delusion of an insane, demented, ill person. I struggle. I keep struggling for oxygen but it soon becomes too much for me too handle. It's nothing that I have imagined. These lies I've been telling for all my life are becoming exaggerated. They distort my well-sense being and I soon become so obsessed in wanting to live out those lies. And then I am dead. The truth has got to me and what hangs is my corpse of lies told by some sad person. A sad person who wanted nothing but everything. Everything is hard to understand.