We desperately fight to keep our dreams,
For we do not want to wake to day.
But life is not hindered by our screams,
And only chases us like we are prey.
Dreaming is heaven to some,
But at the same time it’s a terror.
We all want dreams to come,
All knowing, ‘wanting’ is an error.
We scream and we cry at the life we hate,
We want nothing more than to dream.
Dream of a made up fate.
This daily life feels like a theme.
We feel alone in this pit,
Will someone ever save us?
We feel soon we will quit,
Our struggles we cannot discuss.
Dreaming is always terrible,
We never know what is waiting.
Our life is so unbearable,
We are constantly debating.
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The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
