Living A Nightmare

Ever had a bad dream, or a nightmare? Where you’re screaming, screaming so loud for help, but no one is helping you. You’re yelling so hard, you feel your lungs exploding, your throat bursting, your veins bulging. Your face is rouge and you’re drowning in your own tears. The resonant thumping of your heart is all that your ears are accustomed to. You’re aching to reveal to your family that you need help, desperately. You clamber to the next room and begin nudging your mum to come to the rescue, but something’s not quite right. It’s as if she can’t see you. Your dad is too engrossed in BBC News. And your sibling, well, why bother. 

No one can see or hear you. Your silent screams are futile. Why are you even trying, they wouldn't understand anyway? That heart of yours is echoing to escape, to break free from you, once and for all. That mind wants to be unchained of all those thoughts and worries you constantly poisoned it with. That’s right. You poisoned it. Force-fed it like a stubborn toddler, with potential situations, anxieties, memories even. In the end, all it could do was be in despair. It couldn’t even talk to the heart anymore, nope. They used to be best friends as well. Look what you did. So cold and cruel of you. I know you hate yourself for it. Maybe you deserve it. Couldn’t you have just left them alone? Couldn’t you have just let it be? They would have healed sooner at least. It’s too late now. The venom has captured your soul. It runs in your blood and all throughout your body. Now you’re stuck in this hell of a place and no one can help you.

No one, but yourself. 

Only, you’re poisoned.

Why can’t I wake up?

'If I didn't think, I'd be much happier.' - Silvia Plath