I scream, panic filling my bones
Run, panic, run, scream
Everything crashing down.
My world falling apart
It's just a nightmare
It is just a nightmare
Why me, why do I have to be filled with the haunted eyes
The red unblinking dots that fill my mind
The light dies
The world spins
Down they go
One by one as if in a marching line
One by one knocked to the ground
I reach out only to be pulled back by a boney hand
They say God is real, that he cares
Then why does he mess with my mind
Why do I have to live in this pain
No one knows what happens
No one feels what I feel
The loneliness
The aching for it to end
For the nightmare to end
To finally have a dream
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The Teenage Years: Read If You Dare
PoetryTeenagers live though a lot, this is the time that they start learning more and more and have to begin the points in their life that can either set them up for success or for failure. Their minds are full of random parts, some have been broken and m...
