Thoughts Of My Silent Mind

Lying Here

As I lie here,it is no secret I hear the voices outside my window. Or the dog barking next door. It is no secret that I lie here,waiting to be taken. Waiting to be scared by the same people that has done it for years. They're the reason to blame for my fear of clowns. For my little fear of darkness.. I use to see them,behind trees. Behind the graves. They left for awhile. They always do. But then they come back. 'Right on time..' I lie thinking. It seems I'll never escape. Because they always follow. I hate lying here.. Knowing I can't do anything about my situation. Knowing this is the life I live and love most the time. And being tormented by them,is apart of my life. I have dreams.. Dreams when they actually come out. When they actually come after me. Horrid dreams. Dreams I wish upon not even the people I despise most. Dreams that leave me jumping out of my slumber. And looking around,breathing heavily.. Sighing that it was the same dream. Crying because it doesn't ever seem to fade away,nor it doesn't ever seem to just completely leave. No matter how quiet it becomes.... No matter how long they leave,they always come back. And I lie thinking,'This is just another day.. In the life I live..'