Sleep is an after thought,
But being awake hurts the most,
Whereas seeing the dark,
Reminds me of my ghost,
It stays but it drifts,
And it fades but it sticks.
Dreams are better than reality,
If that means others can't hurt me,
But nightmares come forth,
Changing what I could be,
After all is done,
After all is said,
After they all leave,
I'm not the only one dead.
Lies and truth and trust,
In the end it was always the best,
To say it was all just fine,
And I wish that truth were mine,
And fights and flights and anger,
But we never thought it would end,
So we cried and laughed and smiled,
Until we began it all again.
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A Dumb Transboy's Book of Poems
Poetry*throws phone out a window* HEY HI THIS IS IN THE 2017 WATTY AWARDS NOW IF YOU WANNA BORKING VOTE FOR ME <3 Highest Rating: #337 in Poetry 6/24/17
