Shouts and screams, that's normal.

A slap or a punch, that's life.

But words cut deep, so deep that pain becomes torture.

Tears go dry and bodies go numb.

Humanity become animals, and animals become civilized.

Words are jumbled and actions are hard.

Sleep becomes a bore and nightmares and dreams become fears.

Reality doesn't seen real any more, but between those dreams and reality.

Speaking become fleunt, and movement easy.

And somewhere between the pain and tears, I found me again.

But forever I lay in the dark dreading that sleep, beacause when I wake up...

I'll still be in my nightmare.

So i'll just sit and cry my silent tears and prey my nightmares become dreams.

And my dreams become reality.


The End

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