these dreams I have
tortured by what I see
screaming running around the house
with you chasing me
I can't understand
I wont decipher the meaning
of physically harming myself
to sleepless nights I'm leaning
these images come back
over the videos play
I see me run and lock the garage
yet you don't go away
you stay present
you beat the door
I'm sitting in the basement
watching my self harmed blood drip to the floor
these dreams I have
bullied and tortured by what I see
waking up isn't always an option
so how do I help the dreaming self harming me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sitting in the basement, favourite line.