Please Stop
poem by:
D'Vina
Written
on Jun 27, 2021
Dreams are torturing me
Dancing in the kitchen
Baby dancing in my belly
Doctors saying they are wrong
"Everything is fine"
Food cooking
Everyone is laughing
Doesn't seem like a nightmare right?
Yeah, because I'm living the opposite.
I rather have nightmares
So I can feel lucky that life is better when I awake.
Rather wake up crying and realize
things aren't that bad
Instead waking up wishing for that
perfect world.
Never want to sleep again.
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