The nightmares come throughout the night.
They wake me with the fearful sight,
of the cars as they hit,
my best friend's face no longer lit.
I wake up with a cry,
hoping my friend did not really die.
I lie in bed with tears on my face
knowing that Thomas is in a better place.
I know he does not like my crying
but sometimes I just feel like dying.
During the day I put on my fake smile,
but in the nights, I cry for a while.
I wish he could make the pain go away
but it will always be with me. Every day.
Right now I need some sleep,
so I close my eyes and start counting sheep.
But here come the nightmares knocking on my door.
Now I go through all of the pain and crying once more.


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