I noticed that I like to dream a lot
I catch myself dreaming
while I am supposed to be living.
I catch myself somewhere
that is not here.
I do not want to be here.
I force myself to daydream
on short car rides.
the chance to dream up a
world where I do not feel so alone
so broken
so sad
is too tempting to pass up.
I cry when I wake up
reality
pressing on me
on my chest
my lungs
my heart
laughing while I cough
and rip handfuls of oxygen
from the still air around me,
smiling wickedly as I turn purple
the weight crushes my bones
snapping and pushing
more
and more
and more and more
and more and more and more
until I know
that I can no longer move
not anymore.
I stop.
I do not fight it
I only
make myself fall asleep
again.
just one more time
and
again.
just one more time
and
again.
just one more time
and
again...
I am locked somewhere
and I have been thrown
into a
deep
lake.
I drown
and
drown
and
drown
over and over and over and over
again.
I die. I dream. I wake up.
I drown
I die. I dream. I wake up.
there's no escape.
And I am okay with that.
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A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
