Horrid dreams

Once again I awaken from my horrid dreams,
With broken spirit and wrist slashed to the bone.
I cannot help but cry out from this terrible pain
And then remember that, as always, I am alone.

Another night of nightmares keeps me from my rest,
Once again I ponder just when it is that I will heal.
But somehow I know that it won't happen
So long as a part of me wishes these dreams were real.

I sit here in the middle of the night and cry
While the rest of the world takes time to sleep.
At least this way there is noone that may come
And attempt to interrupt me while I weep.

So I sit here quietly, unable to stop the flow of my tears,
And the saddest part of all is that I do not even know why.
I am not sure if I sit here weeping in fright from my dreams
Or if I weep because I cannot finally die.
  ¶ 12:02 PM