Self Harm ➳ NightTime [Poetry]

A Dream To Wake Up 2.0

A typical insomniac.

The term you call as sleep,
Is what I supposedly lack
The moment I lie on my bed
Those cursed thoughts starts spilling in my brain's back

Am I dead?
Am I what the people call as mad?

Shedded tears on my scarf,
Bloodshed on my shirt.
Red is the world I see,
Death is what it signifies.
Spreading all around me,

Oh, death it must be, death it must be..

'Dead I must be..

This thought resides, within me it rests,
Calling upon thy memories that makes me depressed

And then the dream starts with the memories of my past,
The characters of my past takes
there own part to tear me apart

And then the screaming starts
Then my screaming starts..

As my chain of faith starts to fade
And the Redness starts to fill my brain

The rays of hope wakes me again

The rays of hope saves me again..