Wondering when the time will come
for all this pain to end.
Wishing for the days long passed
before the hurt of tragedy.
Hate the way I can't be me
I'm someone else who I don't know.
The thoughts that whirl inside my head
are not mine, I'm hiding somewhere dark.
So confused and angry
screaming at the light
and losing grip of who I used to be
through fear of what the light will bring
but not sure who's scared.
Is it me or someone else?
Who's nightmare is this? |
Submission Name: Who's
