When the ghosts kept awake throughout the night,
I walked through the paradise of deadly nightmares,
Haunted by loved ones
Who now have turned into my biggest regrets and enemies.
Wanted to sleep, but the kind of betrayal they did
Never left my mind.
Their words became echoes inside my subconscious,
Dark places don't scare me—
They feel more like home than the wrong ones.
Fear stopped fearing when I lost what I thought I had,
Though it was never mine.
Never did I own something to lose,
Yet I didn't realize what I was so afraid of losing.
Still, those ghosts creep into my nightmares
With the same deathly eyes, filled with hatred,
Almost giving me thoughts of killing it.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
