Perhaps my mind created this world
In a dream.
I could be dead,
Comatose.
Maybe this isn't truth at all.
I could die here,
Take it all away.
But why?
Is any of it real?
Can you promise me it's real?
Because I'm not sure,
and that's the worst part of it all
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
