Last night I had a dream,
My mother laid dead on the floor.
I ran to her crying,
Not able to understand why she would leave me again.
I held her head in my lap as I cried,
Praying that it wasn't true.
You tried to pull me away,
From her limp body.
But I struggled against your grasp,
Not able to let my mom go.
Luckily I woke up,
And all was a dream.
But her lifeless body lives on in my head,
Never escaping.
Last night I had a dream,
I decided to kill myself.
I was driving on the highway,
As a tear slipped from my eye.
And then I turned the wheel of my car,
Turning it quickly while I was going 75mph.
The car flipped,
And went off the bridge.
Luckily,
It was a dream.
Luckily...
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PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
