It's literally all I have,
When the world's against me,
And I feel like crying.
Even when no one's here with me,
It's always here, undying.

Like a loyal dog,
It's never leaving my side.
When I can't help but feel anguish,
I run to my imagination,
Where a brief bliss resides.

Reality strikes harsh,
Like a relentless storm,
But my mind crafts a haven,
Where warmth is the norm.

A world I...