My Nightmare
As the meaningless days passed by,
Many laughed;
I cried.
The agony, the frustration, desolation and hate;
I no longer existed.
I walked the earth-defunct.
I became numb.
My world turned dismal and dark — a black hole,
As I descended so rapidly
Into the devils waiting arms.
Night after night
teardrops trailed one another
down two rosy hills,
Until soaking into the floor.
My counterfeit smile
No longer strolls the sidewalks.
My old self is dead to the world.
My old self is just a memory.
A memory made into a dream.
A dream made into a nightmare.
A nightmare made into my life.
It only took one thing.
One more bad omen - bad fortune of my life,
To forever change my world and everything I knew.
To forever make light seem so dark, and a full crowd
Just a sea of empty faces;
A sea of loneliness.
The stares, the questions,
As if no one cares.
The world is pain,
The pain is misery,
My life is the devil’s toy.
And yet I am still alive to tell my story;
express my feelings.
And yet I continue to fake for the world;
I continue to try.
And yet nobody will ever understand
What immense strength it takes
To just be me.
And yet
nobody would care…