"You can't wake up, this is not a dream."
I can't wake up,
but I can't fall asleep,
its like I'm just stuck in between,
I'm surviving,
but I'm not alive,
and each night,
while I fight,
to keep my heart beating,
and my lungs breathing,
and when I struggle,
I'm sure to get in trouble,
the demons are eating me alive,
screaming and laughing while they thrive,
and they work in the hardest place to hide..
my mind,
and I think I'm
the
only one
of my
kind.

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Alone
PoetryThoughts, dreams, everything hidden in the darkest parts of our minds. Let our demons come out now. Cover made by @fine_bro Highest Ranking in poetry: #44