Your dreams are getting bad again
I can tell because of the screams
I don't know if I should wake you
Because you really need your sleep
But the thrashing is quite terrifying
And you dont ever answer me
But I ask anyway:
Can I help you in the least?
You deny it's getting bad again
But your restless eyes agree
The demons are finding a home
In the place that used to be so free
I cry for the one I lost
The girl in the mirror is no more
She swallowed all the pills
She's lying on the floor
Nothing is ever over, is it?
2/13/2015 @9.00pm
YOU ARE READING
Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
PoesíaA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.
