Sep 12, 2002
Do you know my nightmares?
I have become extremely acquainted with them.
I tell no one of them.
It is a secret best left unshared.
Sleep is difficult on a good day.
But when the storm clouds surround me
I am haunted by my nightmares.
I am held firmly in their grasp.
I relive the phone call over and over.
I can see myself collapse in pain.
I hear myself screaming over and over
And once again I feel the pain.
Sleep is not my friend.
Dreams have become my enemy.
With sleep come the nightmares
And i wish my life would end.
Night is when dark thoughts grab me
They steal quickly into my brain.
Depression washes over me
And the dark thoughts call my name.
I struggle to make it through each day.
Must I fight to get through the night?
When will I dream nice dreams?
Will I ever sleep peacefully again?