emily holt Poems

Waking up in the middle of the night,
Still hearing the screams from your dreams echoing in your mind.

Your heart is beating faster than you thought possible,
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Waking up hurts.
Waking up after a night of crying into silent darkness.
My head is my prison,
There isn't a key.
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I wish this wasn't my every night.
I wish that I could tell you that having a fear more intense than that of dying wasn't the relationship i have with my own mind. I wish i could tell you that.

There's a small sense of piece that comes with realising that you're no longer afraid of dying. The fear of losing someone else is enough to make you want to blend in with the shadows.
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