Nightmare
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'm sitting in this dark room
where my nightmare is coming true
Darkness is surrounding me
no space to breathe
take my hand
and pull me to the surface
I'm drowning in nothing
but my own fears
I hear what they say
and it's never good.
I've always been a quiet girl
but they still say
these aweful things about me
and send me further into hell
My personal Hell
is such a nice place
when I close my eyes
then is becomes my nightmare
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