As the day comes to a close
My body goes into 'Panic' Mode
with the thought of having to go to school the next day.
My heart rate increases
Just thinking about it...
My mind wonders
Into its own little world.
I get into bed
and turn my lights off
I lay there, silently still
Its the dead of night
and all i can think of is school
the place i call hell
its a Horrible prison to me
As my feet twitch
and my mind is drownded with thoughts
'Help me..' i think to my self
Cuddling onto my teddy
i slowly drift off
into a deep sleep
Then
The nightmares
Begin.. again.
fear is in my brain...

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I am me. I am what I am. I am who I am. But this is not by choice Nor is it something given quite like an invoice. Being me is simply a feeling Which starts with the words, "I am me."
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