Nightmares
It doesn't matter where I go, these nightmares follow me.
It doesn't matter what I do, these nightmares are there.
What can I can i do but sit here and watch?
What can I say but nothing at all?
I'm here, on my own, trying not to fall to hard.
But it's hard.
It's hard.
This is who i am now.
I'm empty,
Yet not empty at all.
How is it possible?
To feel the way I do?
I no longer have my safe haven.
That one place I could turn.
So these nightmares just coming.
These nightmares just keep coming.
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