My mind is slipping, losing precious thoughts.
Gaining new knowledge now is a nightmare.
Sometimes I lose control of my body, a spasm here or there.
Am I going crazy, or is it crazy to mention such things?
I lie awake in a bed one. I thought my heard stopped.
Thoughts of death and torture raced in my head, never to leave.
I peered out into the darkness above my bed, shadows gave form to unworldly creatures.
Real fear consumed me. Afraid of what might not even be there.
I was being tormented by myself. I closed my eyes and waited.
Silence turns into annoying sounds. Grasping my pillow and curling into a ball, I try to sleep through it all.
When I finally dream, it takes me to happiness.
Seeing people who care for me.
But when I awake, I feel at a lost. I forget what I dreamt of.
Sometimes I think I don't dream. Maybe what you call reality is only a nightmare to me.
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