Literature
Just a Dream. Please.
I feel...
that this is a dream.
None of it's real.
Nothing's what it seems.
But sometimes I wake
with a gasp and a start.
Like being thrown in a lake,
the cold waking my heart.
And I look up in fear
at what I've done.
It's bringing me to tear,
this monster I've become.
The things I've said,
the people I've hurt.
I wish I were dead,
Six feet in the dirt.
This can't be real.
I won't let it be.
I don't want to feel.
I don't want to be me.
So I slip back into dreams,
where everything's okay.
Nothing's as it seems,
but I get through the day.
