Don't do it,
Don't do it,
Don't
You
Dare
Do
It.
Heart pounding,
Blood pumping,
Feet flying.
My thoughts run far from my
body,
back home to the people
I
Love.
Not my
Mother.
Not my
Father.
Just my
Siblings.
The ones who
Deserve
My love.
The ones that have
Been there
In times of need, even when they didn't
Know
It.
As my feet hit the gravel path leading to my
Old
Home,
Where my
Siblings wait,
I cannot stop
The thoughts.
The ones that follow me,
Even when the lights are off.
The ones that make me wake up,
Sweating,
In the middle of the night with tears streaming down my face.
Not for something
Lost,
Not for a
Family
That I wish I had.
But a life where
Someone
Loves me,
Where someone
Wakes up
And
Goes to sleep
With me by their side.
Just because they can.
Just because they love me.
But, in reality,
The bed is empty
Except for me.
No warmth can be found,
Even with all of the blankets
In the house
Wrapped
Around me.
Because my dreams haven't come true.
My fantasies are just that;
Fantasies.
And,
No matter what anyone says,
I wish that
Reality
And
Fantasies
Had no lines between them.
That they would
Blur
Until you couldn't
Tell the difference.
That I could
Live
In those
Fantasies
Like other people,
Who we look at as
Insane,
Mental.
But who may be the smartest of us all.
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My Thoughts
RandomI will write random stuff that I am either feeling or thinking at the time. I hope that you don't get too freaked out, my mind is really weird.
