just more poetry!

nightmare

I sat up

Drenched in sweat

Staring at the wall

I begin to sob

The memory of the nightmare

Its coming back

I can't stop it

Continuing to silently cry in my hands

I wonder many things

How could someone love a broken think like me?

Why am I like this?

How do I stop that from happening again?

What's wrong with me?

Why aren't I happy?

Why won't these things leave me be?

The thoughts only make things worse

Wanna know something?

I think these thoughts every breathing moment