I keep dreaming about dying everyday
They keep telling everything will be ok
They know I do not believe them, no matter what they say
All these elites keep telling me all the different options that I have
But how can I choose the right path
When I do not know who I am
I am on the search for the turnaround, the one they all speak about
I do not even know what I am looking for
They convince me to keep on trying
But I have tried this all before
And I cannot help but dreaming about dying every day
Because no matter what I do or where I go
I just can't seem to escape
I keep sinking to the bottom of the seas
I keep on fighting then falling on my knees
I keep begging for second chances
I think we are all tired of the pleads
The person who is most tired of my behaviour is me
How is it I feel so trapped inside of me?
I want to be free
I want to be free
I keep on dreaming about the day that I die
Because with my eyes shut I will not have to live a lie
If I don't have to live again maybe it will be alright
The darkness seems to be my only light
I never know how to welcome the good
I wrap myself around the bad
It comfortably lays by my side
I just don't know how to speak
My mouth is sealed, I'm too shy
Sitting there dreaming about the day that I die
They keep telling me not to sleep for too long
But with my eyes shut is the only place I feel strong
What you cannot see cannot hurt you anyway
That's what they tell us right?
Maybe if I go
The pain will all go away
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PoetryA collection of poems surrounding child abuse; how the traumas can linger, the experience of the traumas itself in multiple perspectives, the psychological ramifications and more. I hope through poetry I can help raise further awareness about child...
