Nightmares you might think
come only when you sleep.
However did you know
that they exist when you weep?
For many of us,
sometime in our years,
we try to find someone
who will listen to our fears.
To hear our struggles
with school or work.
But then we realize
they are all simply jerks.
Tears fall down our cheeks
knowing, alas, no one loves us.
Others avoid our paths
Thinking our tears are just fuss.
Depression is next.
All hope becomes lost.
Know one knows
what their mistakes have cost.
We used to be good.
Yes, wonderful beings.
But now these nightmares,
We only have feelings.
One after the other,
we are all found dead.
Thanks to a hanging
or a shot at the head.
Our lives became nightmare,
sadly, more true than not,
where people in the wrong
will never get caught.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoesiaPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
