My Dreams Poem by Samantha Guinen

My dreams are dark and cold,
I always end up getting shot,
I always end up dying,
I always end up homeless,
I only have a good dream once a year,
I can always feel the blood,
In my dreams I never see the color,
I always feel everything,
I can always hear everything,
The world alays blows up,
My dreams always make me cry,
On my pillow tears lie,
They always have a point,
I see it as the truth,
Theres too much killing it this cold world,
We will all die in a fire because we all cant learn to be nice,
I would rather die in ice,