Fri, 12/01/2017 - 02:07 -- esmeeee

My dreams turn to screams.



Life slipping through my fingertips.

Feeling dead, but knowing I am alive.

Flames get angrier, devouring my whole world.

Nobody is there to help.

I cry, screaming that my life is in there but nobody seems to care.

The world is cruel, you never notice until it happens to you.

Standing on the curb watching my best friend take his last breath, left me empty.

All the anger, sadness, and fear I felt turned to guilt.

Guilt for not being able to protect him, guilt for not being able to do more.

I stare down at a corpse that was once the light in my life.

They ask me questions but it's all noise that means nothing.

Minutes pass, people go back to their lives. The noise is over.

The world continues to spin, time ticks as usual.

Yet I am a different person.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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