When you wake up with scars you don't remember makin
Having things in your pockets that you never have taken
When bruised battered only when you sleep
When silky skin only when awake you keep
The demons within or the nightmares without
Fear fills my head with doubt
In my dreams I never shout
Am I dead because I ate
Some of the food set by fate
Is it because I can only smell
When asleep and just as well
When fake flames burn
And claws none rip
When night takes its turn
When on naught I slip
What has struck me
Was it myself
We all worry for my mental health
What scratched what can it be
I've never seen a bed scratch
Never a headboard turn on latch
Never seen a pillow punch
Never a blanket crunch
But I've heard of demons who bite
Ghosts who strike with all their might
Nightmares can kick
And bite and nag
Devils my hair snag
But my mind is not sick
I don't hit myself
I don't need that kind of help
I don't cut or scratch or bleed
All of it inside so no need
Night terrors can hurt me
Look and watch you might see
Though they may stop at your gaze
Or even attack with all out rage
I don't get scared of dreams I hold
But my demons are so bold
I can not see what I can't touch
But I can fear such
I bear a awful sin
But I cannot dare begin
To fix it when it's not there
All of this is it fair
I do not know how what bites
But it comes without lights
When night hangs high
Fears come alive
I can do naught but sigh
Because I hope to thrive
In a dream that might arrive
I pray for peace and happy dreams
But dare I hope for such things
I don't know until I sleep
What's in store what HQ keeps
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
