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Daymare

Blood dripping from the ceiling into my mouth, taste the iron.
Headís thumping, massive headache from the carís siren.

Cops at the door barging in
Screaming while asking where Iíve been.
Demanding to answer questions disregarding what state Iím in.

No recollection of past events.
Can someone help me instead of making these immoral demands?

After hours of disturbance, trying to grasp the situation while I choke, no one seems to understand me. Sleep paralysis is no joke.
Drieks
Written by Drieks
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Author's Note
Quick poem that came to my head the other day.
Mental illness is no joke.
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