the occurring nightmare,
reality is now what it is.
no matter what,
at least once a week,
i die.
i've died every single way you could think of.
run over.
cancer.
shot.
stabbed.
drugged.
and so many more.
i don't know why it happens,
it just does.
my mother's concern is always there,
she just won't do anything.
not even to save me from this nightmare,
this nightmare we know as life.
