Who are you?
You're the one I see when I close my eyes to go to sleep. The one I imagine when I open my eyes in bed with my arms wrapped around a stuffed animal.
I see you in my nightmares as someone I care too deeply for. Someone I'm saving from sister's or saving me from death itself.
You're the silhouette I'm dancing with in my dreams that were once constant nightmares. The one I have my hands on spinning around the dance floor with you're arms holding me tight. Close and comfortable despite my hatred for close.
You're the voice I hear in my head telling me I'm okay when I feel nothing but pain. The voice that feels so real to me but doesn't belong to anyone around.
You're the one I wish I could remember...but...how do you bring back a memory that...never happened?
You can't.
Not unless you're real.
Which I don't believe you are.
DU LIEST GERADE
Suicidal Pain
KurzgeschichtenThis story is just the words that come to mind on a daily basis that I'm too ashamed to say verbally to anyone I know, so sorry if it's not something you enjoy.
