old poetry
Category: Art and Photography
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4 am I wake up in my warm bedroom in my nice neighbourhood I wake up feeling cold My eyes still closed There’s a man in my room I can’t see him I feel his presence I fucking know he is there I fucking know he wants to harm me I know I’m going to die All my red flags and alarms are going off RUN YOU ARE GOING TO DIE RUN HE WILL GET YOU I open my eyes No one is here but me I still feel petrified Im sweating gallons My brain feel like static I’m to scared to move “He will kill you” the static states “It’s your fault you failure”the static states “YOUR TOO WEAK TO RUN”the static screams I lay in my bed motionless like a dear in headlights I cry until the feeling goes away I cry without making noise for hours on end I fall asleep fatigued and drenched in my own sweat and tears Just to wake up So I can fall asleep again And wait till 4 am

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