My parents said:
You're not a child
To stay under the blanket
When you're of the dark,
But I'm not scared of the dark,
I only don't want to see the stars.
'Cause I'm not like you,
I'm not like them,
I'm not like the people that live in the Earth,
I don't need the water,
I don't need the air,
I only need a dream and a place to rest.
Please, don't wake me up,
I prefer sleep because
There aren't problems in my dreams,
Please, don't wake me up,
I want to stay in my bed because
here all the nights are not the same,
Please don't wake me up...
I don't need a lullaby,
Or a teddy bear
To don't have a nightmare,
And the monster
That I keep under my bed,
Will go outside
And kill them.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Mental disorder
Short Story- A veces se me da por expresar mis ideas en un papel. -¿Ideas? ¿Qué es eso? ¿Se come? -Cállate, subconsciente.
