Pure Torture
Just another restless sleepless night.
The terror encompasses me as I rip from my bed
Sheets following me in a trail on the floor.
I stop only when I get to the corner
Trying to bury myself in the white walls.
I look around as my breathing slows
My beating heart becoming steady once more
And realize that I just might be safe.
I am scared, so terrified
That I jump at my own reflection.
Then again, there’s reason to jump.
My hair is tousled and my skin ghostly pale.
There are dark circles under my eyes
And a layer of sweat covering my body.
I pull my legs close wrapping my arms around them
And bury my tear soaked face in my pajamas.
I hate this, I hate myself.
I hate that I have to endure this every night
Reliving horror-filled scenes I’ve already suffered through
Having to watch them, feeling the pain
Over and over.
I wish it would end.
But sometimes I think it never will...
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