REMEMBER

Wed, 12/07/2016 - 14:17 -- Zia

Remember waking up in the middle of the night?

To the sound of your own whimpers

And the wetness of your pillows?

Remember those nightmares?

The ones you tried so hard to fight.

You lye awake plotting against your fate.

With your mother listening in

And your dad trying to become your friend.

It's only right that you start the questioning

Is there something wrong?

Or is it them who needs the counseling.

You stay locked in your room

Because everyone's getting weird.

You're tired of all the worried faces

All the sad and darkening places.

You're depressed

Going through all the stages.

Alone.

But not exactly.

You're at home.

Where you distance yourself

You cry in silence asking for help.

But whose gonna help you?

No one.

That's what you're thinking right.

God can't save you?

He didn't do nothing right?

Wrong.

Remember waking up in the middle of the night?

To the sound of your own whimpers

And the wetness of your pillows?

Remember those nightmares?

The ones you tried so hard to fight.

Well that's all over now.

You seem to have been stronger than you thought.

It's been said that the worse lessons always seem to be taught.

He's made plans for you

Don't let your soul get bought.

Because with something so beautiful.

Evil always seems to tear it apart.

This poem is about: 
Me
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