He, the man who filled me with dreams, happieness and promises. He, the man who told me everything was ok and could run to him and would feel better. 5..4..3..2..1.. I open my eyes and relize that those dreams were just dreams, that happieness was just a simple word with a twist, sometimes a cruel twist, and promises that were just laughed at. With my eyes open I relize that all he did was fill me up like a gas tank and filled me up to full, with bull****. Bull**** that meant nothing to him but the entire universe to me. Everything we both would say to each other he would laugh at. Everything he would say to me I would take it in like if it was the only thing on this planet.