I keep having dreams.
Nightmares.
I wake up at random times of the morning.
Feeling like I've been beaten.
Bruised.
Sometimes I'm Bloody.
Can I press charges against my own head for GBH?
I keep seeing that meme they made to mock me.
I keep having flashbacks to when they hurt me for being sad.
I keep having flashbacks to when I made you cry.
I keep having flashbacks to when I failed.
I keep hearing insults you used towards me still ringing in my ears.
I couldn't defend myself.
I can't defend myself.
From myself.
There's blood on my sheets again.
My monster doesn't live under my bed.
He stares back at me in the mirror.
Every morning.
Every night.
I wish he wasn't so violent.
-XR
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Moments of gladness, moments of sadness & everything in-between.
PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
