Don’t wake me up from this dream;
It’s so much better than reality..
I want to forever close my eyes;
So never again will I have to see.
I’ve never given much thought to death;
Because life has given me all I need.
Now I have no sky to look to;
My empty thoughts all start to bleed.
Confusion is a dangerous thing;
when you don’t know what to seek.
When you don’t know who to turn to;
And your soul is just too weak.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoesíaLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.