Are these dreams self inflicted?
Am I addicted to exhaustion?
Are these dreams coincidences?
Am I doomed on the instances that the universe hand picks?

These dreams are a manifestation of my worries, my fears
My tears are a 3D dictionary- a physical translation of horrors every sundown

These dreams drive me to ******* insanity
While vanity and shallow diseases plague those around me

Screaming, crying, shaking
They're breaking down my walls, painting bags under my eyes and a scowl on my face

I'm desperate for alleviation
In a nation so obsessed with pills, somewhere there's a capsule in a haystack

Like an unsolvable math question
A lesson ungraspable, darkness clouds my mind and feeds on my light

The darkness behind my eyes swirling with unfamiliarity
A rarity that I wake up not undead

I'm screaming for help in a sound-proof room
A bloom of skulls instead of flowers

My sheets are painted blood red
My bed never a place of solace

I'm forever drowning in a sea of unrest
Forces doing their best to keep me under

I'm spluttering, hyperventilating
My thoughts always contemplating whether to pull all nighters for the rest of my nights

I'm eating myself alive and no one seems to mind
As this kind of infliction is only in my head.

Who fills your thoughts when
it's midnight and you've had a
full glass of rosé?

Prove them all so ******* wrong.

Fall in love with yourself today.

Morning tears trickle down my cheek             as sunlight filters through
My breath catches in my throat
as nightmares bring memories of you

A single second where I'm vastly unsure
whether or not you've been hurt
A moment where my mind is flying
On edge, over worried, alert

I grasp my cell phone in my hand
your number dialed beneath my finger
And I come to realize it was only a dream
as the panic and terror linger

Sighing deeply, inhaling bricks
This nightmare grows more and more untrue
But these dreams also shed a frightening light on
Just how much I care for you

Biting your lip
Laughing too soon
Tracing your figure
by the light of the moon

Flashing a smile
Looking away
Falling in love
with yourself every day

If happiness was currency
And you sewed up the stitches  
What would bring you
immeasurable riches  

If confidence was a concerto
And you poured everything into the keys
It never will matter
who you can and cannot please

Spreading your wings
Learning how to fly
There's nothing that can stop you
from touching the sky