stands in disconnected line

All the things are gone. Things don't go as I planned. Tomorrow is a fantasy made up in my mind. Giving nothing but soreness of eyes Far beyond its hidden reason, I need to bury Living is not a fantasy; I want A nightmare I couldn't escape Beyond mine is another sorrow. I covered myself with smiles and masked happiness. The inside of me will forever be covered. situations made it worse. Reactions I can't control show thus being misunderstood by more Emotions filled me. Shallow thoughts enter. Aftermath became faster Would thus do better? when Mear is starting to take over.