Lost in translation.

Where solid ground once stood is now a gaping hole which I don't recognize as my life anymore.
We once stood on this ground, but you fell hard, you pulled me down with you. I'm hanging on.
The saddest part about this is I think I was a better person to start with; my heart felt more.
Now the emotions are more evident on my face. Before you, the only emotion I'd felt was hurt.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe that heartbreak hurt less than the days I go through now.
I have so many material objects that mean nothing to me. I miss living in my distrought head.
I used to be that teacher's pet with the one hundred average, I swear it's not a myth, only mystery.
I wonder how I only lived for school. I had no friends, all I had was a family that never noticed.
It might seem like I'm droning on and on, but I don't care. No one ever promised life was fair.
I doubt I'll ever make it in the business, no matter how much I beg and plead and pine. I'll hope.
It won't work, nothing ever really has. I'm going nowhere. Sometimes I just want to dream, for real.
You know I don't dream anymore? No...not since I was little. I used to wish I would sing my heart out.
Bet you didn't know that I hate my voice, did you? I don't think I ever told you. You never would've cared.
"I guess what I'm trying to say--" I don't know what I'm trying to say. I have no more words left to say.
Could it all just be pointless? I never was much of an optimist, so there's one less let-down.
Maybe what I'm trying to say is I wish I still believed in myself. So much gets lost in translation
at such a young age, when all I want is to dream. All I want is one dream. You don't care.