I had
a panic attack
in my dreams

What were once screams of help ringing loud
in my ears
Are now silent with the sun

Their voices were loud and clear,
but now awake I strain to recall what they said and who they were

The face of the one who started it all
I cannot see anymore
Her face has vanished just like the moon when I awoke

Innocents were hurt as I yelled for peace
But no one would listen
My own persecution occurred while they were
raped on accord

Psychological nightmare. No monsters popped out, no falling to my death

Just the fact that no one would listen

I think
I should become
an insomniac