I am deathly scared of my greatest dream of all
I am scared of death
yet I want it to be in the palm of my hand, a call away
I am scared of the outcome of my greatest dream of all
Death is my greatest dream of all dreams
I want it to be over
But what if i wake up in screams?
Dreams are not suppose to be about life being over
A friend, a sister once said 'How ironic'
Ironic indeed, but irony are the only thoughts left in my head.
My dreams are so toxic
Poison to my head. Ironic that my greatest dream is ending it all. Being dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem