Sleep isn’t what it seems.

For me it’s always the same;

It’s a lot of pain.


Each night starts the same;

I turn to games for relief.

My friends try/ try to help;

Nothing they can do.


My friend tells me this:

Relax,calm down,sleep.

It hurts even more/lasts forever.

They won’t go away.

The dreams learn my life.


Each dream is my life:


It makes things worse for me.

No one understands me/understands my life.


No one seems to understand;

My dreams aren’t relieving,

They steal my grieving.

I don’t live life the same way;

others use sleep to escape;

I have to.


My dreams are my life.

Each one is a story/ my own story.

They haunt me every night.

Why are they here?


I think to myself:

What good are they to me?

My mind goes through them all;

They all only cause pain/worse memories.


Are they meant to teach?

Are they meant to scare?

Are they meant to remind?


They accomplish this:

They make me fear old things

Memories, Lessons.

Do they really work?


It feels like hell to me;

It hurts me every night/hurts me more.

No seems to get it/No one seems to truly care.


The ones who claim to understand

always say the same.

They don’t really get it,

they’ll never truly fit.


It hurts the most to know this:

I’m alone in that lonely world;

Each night on this earth,

I’m on my own.


Published by: Shade

I'm a recent college graduate with a Bachelor of Science degree in Biology that is searching for their way in life. I want to work with animals by helping them in the future.

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