==============DISCLAIMER============== This poem is about depression and when it gets really bad. It contains mentions of dark themes that you should only read if you are comfortable with. Please do not read this if you are younger than 10. Do not report me for this please, i had to remake it because ST wasn't happy with it. If you find these topics sensitive, do not read this poem. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ==============DISCLAIMER============== Enjoy! <3 Everyone has nightmares, but what no one realises is that sometimes, the only nightmare people are affected by is The one in real life. The darkness that chases you down, never stopping. The monsters that fill you head with those thoughts. The thoughts that you can’t escape from. The ones that make you want to scrap3 at your skin, just until the pain goes away, but it never. Will. The blo0d that soaks into your bedroom carpet fills you with a new kind of pain, better than the darkness. At least, that’s what this nightmare makes you believe. This nightmare creates tears, floods filled with pain and sorrow. The screams in your head are like weights, dragging you down, helping you dr0wn in those tears, You feel the need to hide this nightmare away, because they wouldn’t understand. Just say, ‘Are you sure that’s real?’ They would not believe your pain, even if you showed them your sc@rs, inside and out. This nightmare is the only nightmare you should tell someone about. The longer you hold this nightmare in, the worse everything becomes. No matter what the darkness says, people will care. They will try to help you, give you the light needed to escape the dark. Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1212298467/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1218419769/
