God is this a dream?
The life I have,
Is it a dream?
I wish it was.
So I’ll drink some cream,
And sit in a chair,
While in my dream
…maybe cut…
But then I’d scream,
Within my dream.
I will do it,
But I won’t scream.
I feel the pain,
I scream a silent scream,
No one hears.
Because I dream,
Back in my chair,
Drinking cream.
YOU ARE READING
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...
