How can I care
about creatures,
mythical creatures that roam the sky,
when there are real monsters
in my mind?I have bigger problems
These weeds keep growing back
No matter how much
these "sweet dreams" sugarcoat them
My green garden is now
a mess of thornsRescue me from this hell
Control my mind
Hold it by a leash
I'll help you cast the spellSweet , sweet dreams
Don't wake up
And do not sob or scream.

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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.