Sometimes I don't want to wake up.
The shadows and terror in my head make for an awful nights sleep.
But what's a nightmare to the real thing?
I often feel suffocated by my own body.
The body I didn't choose, the body I'm stuck with.
Repetitive days don't help how much I dread this place.
My body tells me to sleep throughout the day.
My mind craves to shut down because what's a nightmare to the real thing?
Imaginative pain is more bearable than being awake.
Maybe one day both pains will go away.
But for now, I prefer a nightmare to the real thing.
CITEȘTI
Her
DragosteIn this book, there are poems of all sorts. All of which shift through various emotions. From falling in love, to the pain you feel after, and experiencing healing. I hope these poems can put some of the feelings you can't into words.
