
pauly369
Dying Inside.
- Mar 16, 2025
- 162
Even in sleep I cannot escape the torment of my existence.
The nightmares come and haunt me, to try and break me.
The people who abused me as a child.
The love of my life who no longer lives.
Their faces haunt me in my dreams.
I try to kill the abusers.
I try and hold my love and tell her that I love her, far more than words could ever express.
Yet they are impossible to behold, to both kill and to love.
Just cruel figments of my broken mind.
And when I awake, it suddenly hits me - that dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
For I have escaped one nightmare , only to end up in another.
For that nightmare is my pitiful existence.
The tears fall down my face yet again as I dream of dying.
Of sweet release from this prison of existence.
The nightmares come and haunt me, to try and break me.
The people who abused me as a child.
The love of my life who no longer lives.
Their faces haunt me in my dreams.
I try to kill the abusers.
I try and hold my love and tell her that I love her, far more than words could ever express.
Yet they are impossible to behold, to both kill and to love.
Just cruel figments of my broken mind.
And when I awake, it suddenly hits me - that dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
For I have escaped one nightmare , only to end up in another.
For that nightmare is my pitiful existence.
The tears fall down my face yet again as I dream of dying.
Of sweet release from this prison of existence.