Every night, I lay awake.
Until I slowly, but surly, slip away into unconsciousness.
Manifesting beautiful dreams,
only to watch them turn to haunting nightmares before my very eyes.
The only thing to release me from this hell.. of course, is death.
I feel her cold, comforting embrace, and I feel..at peace.. rested.
Finally... But then, a light?
Piercing sunlight blinding me through the curtains, letting me know,
I am still here.
But where did I go?
How did I find my way back?
And more importantly..
will I be able to find my way back, next time?
- Me (01/14/20)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
