The saying is true:
A thousand enemies outside the house
Is better than one within.
Who would ever dream of having
A torturous seed planted in your backyard?
Or nightmares haunting you every night,
And when you wake,
You only hear more pain,
Returning you to your nightmare’s memories
And stopping you from sleeping again?
Who would ever dream of having
Clouds of dust
Knocking you down in every opportunity,
Killing each ray of hope that comes forth to you,
That is gifted to you,
Stopping you from being happy,
And enjoying life, even in educational stress?
Who would ever dream of having
A thought constantly telling you
That you are not wanted,
Not needed anymore?
Who would ever dream of having
Tears constantly coming out of your eyes
Not only by what is happening
But by what has happened
And what will happen
In the future?
Who would ever dream of having
That feeling that you don’t want
To live anymore?
But that feeling erases itself
Once you think about
The support that you get
From your loved ones.
Who would ever dream of having
No support, whatsoever?
Who would ever dream of having
The time to think of all
These worries and questions
Which continuously arise in the middle
Of your thoughts?
And if dreams of disturbing thoughts
Are the only dreams that come to you,
For you,
Then why dream?
Why tell yourself that you can do it,
When each knock-down reminds you
That it doesn’t always work out?
But, even with all these disturbing thoughts,
I still have one dream
A dream that keeps me alive
And that dream is
To not lose any loved one
For if I leave this world
Then the loved ones
Will think
That dreaming is,
After all,
Pointless,
And that is something
That I don’t want happening
To anyone.
Because no one
Deserves this pain.
