Those dreams.

by sarah   Nov 14, 2005


I hate this feeling.
its so hard to loose.
i get angry all the time.
i just don't know what to do.
i snap and yell for no reason at all.
i hate the feeling i get when the
tears start to fall.
those dreams of death are coming back.
they aren't about me this time.
they are my family members in fact.
they scare this crap outta me.
i wake up crying all the time.
i wish they were someone Else's dreams
and never to be mine.
i wish i could erase such things from
my memory as this.
they would for sure be one thing in life i
would truly never miss.
i hate the thought of these images being on my mind.
I'm still trying to find the answer.
but its the one thing i cannot find.
why do i dream as such things as this?
how did these ideas get inside?
these things i see. i seriously cannot hide.
i need to tell someone. i cant keep it locked in my head.
what happened if i dreamt it and the next day someones dead.
what if i can see it coming? what if i know its true?
what happens if it is me next? what happens if its you?
I'm really scared about what i have seen.
the graphics are horrific. extremely obscene.
someone help. i need them gone. they make me to angry.
where did they come from?
help me please I'm begging you now.
help me please. before my life is shut down.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Passionate

    Now im not going to lie...this is one of the best poems ive read in a while really really really good! 5/5 imes 12!***