In my dreams,
I'm far away.
In my dreams,
I finally feel okay.
In reality,
I'm trapped in a broken body.
In reality,
I'm a shattered nobody.
In my dreams,
I'm happy and scarless.
In my dreams,
I have someone to help fix the brokenness.
In reality,
I'm scarred and alone.
In reality,
I have no one to call my own.
In my dreams,
I don't need the pain.
In my dreams,
My wrists have no red stain.
In reality,
I'm addicted to the slice of the blade.
In reality,
My wrists are a bloody shade.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
