When was the last time we dreamed? I don't mean the dreams that are haunting us every night. I mean those dreams, that keep us alive and fullfill our emty chests with hope. Those dreams that mean future. Did we throw them away? When did we stopped living? Why do we only breath and sleep? Where is our reason to live? Ist existing so much more enjoyable? Did it protect ourselves? I guess it did. Our hearts stopped bleeding. Our soul stopped screaming. Our love stopped breaking us. Our hearts are gone. And so did everybody we once loved. I don't regret it. It would have killed my heart if I were still alive when you left.
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The Nightmares We Kept All Day Long
PoetryThose are just collected thoughts. They deal a bit with depression and maybe with a few beautyful things. Idk but they might be triggering to some. It has a little story. I am also sorry if there are any mistaktes but I hope you like it anyways.
