about nothing

THe wine goes to my veins. Life become short and large. The pain goes to extremes and there is nothing in between. Run from my side because I am a point of no return. I am not the kind of lay down and die. Remembering my dreams last night. What have you done? THere is no chemical between people, only lies. I want you to rember, everything you said to my hell. I am going crazy. My millions of personality are taking place in my body, they want to speak. Sometimes they are heros, but another they are criminals. I am a criminal. I made many mistakes. My born is a mistake. Why does everybody prefer to live a lie. Why do I prefer a lie. What do I have become? What was that dream? Why some many reality dreams...