Well, I wish I could lie, lie a little harder, that things are absolutely fine without you by my side while things are ripping my heart apart.
All of it happened in an eye's wink. My radiant life became a dream which abruptly turned into a nightmare. I wish my life was a tape to rewind. All this money can't buy me a time machine nor my million dreams.
I for-swear myself. I deceive. Every time I try to smile, it feels like I might start to cry again. My barren eyes have no more tears to shed and my evacuated heart has nothing more to pump out.
My hallucination ended like a mirage and my existence turned into in-animatedness. I can hear but not listen, I can touch but not feel. I am mortified but not yet expired.
One last thing I ask in all conscience is for a morale that could endure my wildest dream that turned into a nightmare and that my life could become a fact that I could bear.