Sleep

Is not just for rest

It is an escape

From my reality

From the pain I’ve suppressed

And the tears held within me

Living

Can be hard

Life is a bastard

And love is almost as bastardly

When you think they’re going well

They drop you into a living hell

Dreams

Can feel like floating on clouds

Or running through chaos

Or laughing out loud

It all depends on how your brain feels

And how the night’s shadows shroud

Reality

Is the bane of my existence

Ironic, I know, but it’s realistic

I wish to dream a dream that shall never end

I pray for it every night as I go to bed

One day I will wake up and not be truly awake

One day I will sleep and leave this horrid place