What's going on..?
Why feeling like that..?
I want go home
Not looking back.
I feel the eyes
Sliding on me
It is not comfortable
I want to sleep.
Want to lie down
In empty room
With no one looking.
I feel the knifes
Going through my stomach
Cold steel and ice
Painful snowflakes.
I want to sit
Beeing overgrowned
By grass and flowers
Not feeling things.
Awake.
Just watching.
Listining.
Feeling touch
Of rain falling on my shoulders.
When does it end..?
This hurtful feeling
I don't know it's name
But i wouldn't like it.
I do know it.
Feeling as if bugs
Were runing through my body
It's kind of disgusting.
I do not like it.
Feeling like I'm
Tied up
To the ground
I can't make dreams
Neither can fly.
Iron arm
Tightly fitting on my neck
Why am I still breathing?
It does not matter.
Is it how I'm feeling..?
There is no
Butterflies.
Just sharp pieces of glass
In my stomach.
Do I like you?
It was Bad Idea.
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15.01.2024
Inspiration by: my geography lesson, some stuff I can't even explain
and M.H.
YOU ARE READING
Dreams Of The Midnight
PoetryBook of poems writed mostly at night, when I can't sleep. And dream. Then I am making dreams by myself. Because my head is hatful of dreams, wishes and stories... ~I hope you will like it, Atellrie
