my mind is full of history
i feel like i'm a mystery
im begining to have flashbacks
its quiet, all i see is black
my heart is begining to stop
someone help me please call the cops
im turning cold thats my worst fear
my mind is racing please make it clear
my eyes are open, i now can see
thank God that was only a dream.
By: Jamie W.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the feeling of this