Living Dying Nightmares
I speak my mind
In my sleep
I’m restless
In my sleep
I run
In my dreams
I scream
In my dreams
They seem so real
Sometimes they’re stories/my brain makes
Memories drift through my subconscious too.
Dreams are movies but mine are horror
My sheets tighten around me/maybe to comfort/maybe to suffocate
The dark depths drown me
I drown in nighttime’s lack of light
I sleep/forever/never
Dreams and nightmares i lie awake
Wondering.
How.
To be.
Happy.
Again.
Not all nice guys are nice. Or was it a nice guy who assaulted and harassed 14, 13, and 12 year old girls? Was it a nice guy who knowingly passed on a std? Was it a nice guy who drugged a girl at a bar?
People say this is not their America. I think the problem is that it is. This is what millions of Americans want. This is our America whether we like it or not. Our America elected a rapist into office.
How much time do you need to finish your writing? Asks my teacher
A lifetime I say.
For how can I ever write down all the words in my head, dying to come out
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