The Dream
by Mordread
Ah, what a horrible night.
Oh my God, what a terrible dream.
Everything was wrong and nothing was right.
That kind of nightmare would make anyone scream.
I felt as though I were tumbling
further and further down a dark spiral of worthlessness
With no end in sight, how far can this go?
I see nothing but black!
How did this happen? How did I get here,
trapped in this psychological mess.
I don't like this, I don't want it,
I keep falling down, but I just want to go back.
I felt so alone in this dreamlike place,
I had no on to talk to, saw no friendly face.
I was stupid, ugly, talent less, worthless,
unwanted, abused, used up, and left a mess.
I cut myself to hold my scream.
Wait a second, this isn't a dream.