Literature
Nightmares
Though they're just dreams, partial memories, everything is much too real. I wake to the intense emotions, painful and sincere: Why don't you love me? Why can't you accept me? How come you hate me so much? All of these, the pitiful cries of my younger self- She who begged so hard for the love you've always denied. Years later, now I'm grown, my past and emotions locked away. And yet- STILL, you have the power to inflict such misery. I thought I had grown stronger, that I'd been able to change. Obviously that's not the case, considering these dreams. I wish you didn't make me feel so pathetic, that I could ignore this painful need. Most of all I wish there was a way to comfort my younger self. Even now, I'm the only one to hear Her silent screams and bear her painful scars. I never wanted to feel this way again. How come my parents are the source of my most terrifying dreams? Even after all these years I come unraveled at the seams. Now I'm scared to go to sleep, lest I fall