visions of fallen hopes

the last killing words any one could say never though this was the day carved from unshaken hopes and expectations relieved pain that i thought has no reincarnation visions from an imaginary friend a failed and painful scar i know that will never mend ripping every vein in my naive heart cant make them stop from falling and breaking apart stir my untraceable fallen hopes hanged with a rope wondering why why cant i escape this made up lie im not a torn teddy bear that when you thrown will come back when sewed and just wont mind my anguishing torn stitched pieces i wont beg!!! is this me? or is this just a pathetically stupid figure i never dreamed to be…. why do it always have to be me?