It hurts to breathe, I am to scared to sleep.
My breath is short, and my body is too weak.
TO sleep is to dream
And to dream may bring me to scream
It seems to be a everlasting loop
and the pain does not wish to leave.
The past is the past.
I know this.
But why does it seem to haunt me
when I really don't remember to begin with
Why does my mind bring up such crazy things.
None of it can be real
It is all just a dream.
I move through this life
so very slowly
I feel as if i try to step forward
I'm being pushed back even further.
My friends keep fighting
And my family isn't getting any closer
I feel as I am just standing stil