Why when I open my mouth, you stare in my eyes and force my soul out, and why is the feeling of doubt, staying behind while the others run out. Inside I'm screaming but outside I'm dreaming of something worth leaving, the nightmares are keeping, my thoughts In a cage and right now I'm living, but soon my nightmares will burn my life I'm giving, and are they worth forgiving I think I should be bringing more to my words then sadness and feeling but doubts locked in and the only one that would leave, is the insanity that I feel when I pull up my sleeve. So I'll give it away, I lost today, but I can still hope for tomorrow, my dreams will be dreams and not nightmares of sorrow.
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I don't know why but I just felt like I should explain this one even though it might be pretty obvious to some people. Basically it's about how I have pretty bad nightmares and for some reason when people ask what I dreamed about I can tell them without regretting what I say, and then later I regret basically everything. Ok just comment if you want me to do stuff like this and explain what I'm writing about or you would rather just figure it out by yourself or you don't care. Sorry if that made no sense. -Maya
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Words We Can't Say
PoezjaA collection of poems for the voices that go unheard. -WARNING- Some of these poems may touch on subjects involving depression, anxiety and other things you may not be comfortable with.
