I had a thought that maybe one day I'll feel okay
Like there will be a time that I wake up and just feel fine
I have hope these dreams will come true
Because the only dreams that come true for me now are nightmares
Like the one where my family died
Except in reality it was only my mother
Or the one where I could feel myself slowly suffocating to death
In reality it didn’t go quite like that
I didn’t die obviously but I wanted to
My dreams were terrifying
Because every night I would wonder who would die this time and why
It was such a regular thing that my friends would ask me who it was this time
My brain was known for making up different ways for my loved ones to die
So I stopped sleeping
Or I tried to
Staying up as late as I could because I was afraid to close my eyes
I was afraid of what would lie on the other side
The dreamworld held a grudge against me
Because I had too much hope and too much ambition inside of me
I needed a way to be brought back to earth
That’s what my dreams were for
About the Creator
Catherine
I am a 20-year-old college student who deals with depression and anxiety and uses writing and poetry to understand it better. This is my raw feelings put into words, and this is me.
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