Waking, now,
Like walking in my sleep;
Walking, now,
And waking to a dream.
Dreaming, now,
And wishing I could scream;
Screaming, now,
I wonder if I'm real.
Reeling, now,
From pain that tries to choke;
The pain inside my mind,
My mind within a dream.
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Bleed
PoetryA collection of poems touching on anxiety, depression, love and the surreal. Please don't read if you are triggered by the topic of self-harm.
