My night friend.
My nightmare.
You came in sleepy paralysis.
You've strangled me more than three times.
Sometimes I turn on the light.
I turn on the TV.
So I don't fall asleep in the dark.
So I don't accidentally die in the night.
I don't want to see the dark before I go to sleep.
I don't want to see you suffer.
The world has its colors, honey.
The world has a more positive outlook.
I do my best to give joy to others.
I get so tired and exhausted.
I cry, I'm angry, I'm desperate.
I'm stupid, I'm rude, I'm bad.
I give advice to others, but I can't give advice to myself.
I give joy to others and in return I get emptiness.
I'm so afraid of that.
If there is an emptiness, I want someone to be there for me.
Everyone needs care.
Warm words, feelings.
We suffer, my dear, but we also thrive.
We fall in tears, but we rise with a smile.
YOU ARE READING
My universe-Poems.
PoetryHumans is so clever that he deceives himself under the influence of feelings. Feelings are good, but you have to keep a balance, otherwise you will lose control over everything.
