As I slumber into my nightmares.
I could feel my heartbeat racing and pounding..
I could sense the doom of fear rushing over my soul in it's dream state.
I was not from a Happy household.
I was from an overly disfunctional and Yelling situation.
So the only way I could escape it all, was dreaming.. But all I had were nightmares.
I would often awoken from feeling scared.
Hesring voices that didn't exists, echoing in the halls of my home.
My mom and father still sleep.
My brother's still sleeping.
But me, wondering around in unknowingly bizarre walking.
Sometimes I'd wake up in the woods.
Or worse, another town.
But I was always found.
The mix of emotions scared me, as my parents discussed the elopement of my safety.
I couldn't bare the outcome.
But I survived.
Freedom from the dark.


Oh please, don't forget me.. But I was left without a chance to understand any hopes of dreaming.
As my parents sent me to Missouri to live with Auntie Glory.
She were to *toughen me up*... But I'd get worse.
I fairness, I'm just cowardly.
© TraumatizedEEL