I’m shaken up this morning. Waking up with cold sweats, heart racing miles a minute, and tears streaming down my face.
I dreamt of you leaving; I watched as you drove away in the distance and I lost the voice to scream out to you. I dreamt of me lying down in the forest and not being able to move. While the forest floor crept up on me and the bugs crawled through my skin.
I woke up, and remember where I laid to rest. Remembered the dark room that kept me enclosed for the last decade. The walls that’s kept my thoughts protected. The floor that kept me grounded when I no longer could walk. I gripped the carpet with every last ounce of strength I had, just to find myself in a world where I didn’t want to exist anymore.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
