A hallowed ground
Not a single sound
But a dreadful scream
Within this dream.
They scratch, they tare
At me with out a care.
They want my soul,
I just want to let go...
Give up and leave,
Allow them to have me.
But I am still alive
And they still try.
If only this was a dream
And everything wasn't as it seems.
But it is real, it's how I feel
And if only my mind would finally heal.
I could be happy, I could be free.
I could finally be the real me.
But there are these distorted faces
Following me, bloody traces...
I wrote this poem a long time ago. It's funny when you go back to re-read things and you can actually see how much you've actually have healed in different ways. In some aspects I see now that I have gotten better. In other ways, maybe worse. But I think I have more strength and courage and that's important.
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