| inner thoughts and feelings |

xxxiv. poetry

dreams are as scary as real life
they don't provide escape
they replay memories
scenes from your life you'd rather forget, and thought you have
until you see them again
experience them again
feel everything you've felt then again
just to wake up in a panic
heart racing
hands shaking
tears spilling from your tired eyes
"it was just a dream," you tell yourself
but it doesn't calm you
"all just a d r e a m."

there is no escape from this reality, no break from this mentality because my mind is plagued with anxiety and morph my dreams into nightmares. darling, i'm scared, terrified; but you're not there.

- where have you gone?