Dreams
I dream of life.
I dream of death.
I dream for there to be nothing left.
My dreams so sad;
They're making me go mad.
I've never realized it was getting this bad.
I awake at night,
Chilled with fright.
I can no longer put up a fight.
Getting so thin.
Getting under my skin.
I dream for this everlasting pain to end.
It's made me cut,
Starved me to the gut,
And made me act like a crazy nut.
The pain is gone and I am too.
I no longer dream of being with you.
It is so hard to believe what it's made me do.
Goodbye my friends.
My life has come to an end,
And now I no longer have to pretend.
What would you do if you couldn't take the pain?
What would you do if I said you could sleep peacefully in your bed and never wake up?
YOU ARE READING
Dreams
PoetryWhat will yours dreams lead you to? By the way, I wrote this when I was 12 and decided to keep it up.
