Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep

That’s what I hope for

But every time I dream

It’s of the worries of my life

And the sadness of my thoughts

I always dream of the hands of grief that won’t ever let me go

I dream of the scream of anxiety that won’t give me relief

The problems of my daily life bleeding into my dreams

Constantly disturbing me when I’m supposed to be at peace

I can’t help but wish for a nightmare with monsters that don’t truly exist

Because then when I wake up

I’ll feel the fear of a monster that isn’t already consuming my mind

A monster that isn’t already haunting me in my everyday life