Let me sleep, I won't wake up.
This real life is so horrible,
I prefer to stay dreaming,
drowning in my nightmares,
that make more sense
than my own life.
I wish I was loved,
but there's no love here.
I want to stay sleeping,
dreaming about my demons
and my angels.
I prefer to dream and live
my all wicked wishes,
being who I really am.
In real life, I cannot
speak what I really feel,
what I really think.
So, don't wake me up,
let me sleep until the day I die.
YOU ARE READING
A broken soul
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems that speak about death, love, loneliness and all the emotions and feelings that we all feel.