Damaged With Stained Thoughts

These nightmares just won’t stop,

I can’t stop waking in a cold sweat,

Wishing for it all to be over,

But it’ll never be over;

Will I have this fear forever?
I hate it so much,

And I want so badly to get rid of it,

But I can’t.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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