In the shadows is where I walk.
In my dreams is where I talk.
The only ones who feel me are the dead.
Everything happens in my bed.
Voices creeping through my head.
I'm done trying..
Wake up every day, crying
Lost between the sheets,
In the midst of feeling the creeps.
Nowhere to run,
In my right hand is a gun,
Every where around me are monsters from my dreams.
The burden of holding on when all I want to do is scream.
©terrylin53
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