No one sees the tears I shed,
When I lie alone in bed.
No one sees the dreams I dream,
Full of things that make me scream.
No one sees inside my head,
Full of horrors, best left dead.
No one sees me wake up crying,
Because, love, I saw you dying.
There was nothing I could do,
Just helplessly watch them kill you.
I feel like a monster now,
I ask myself, why and how.
And every night I promise you,
Tomorrow I'll save you.
I never do.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
