Is it real?

A Poem by poisoned_lungs

Maybe reality is too far from me.
Maybe my life is a dream.
But I guess you could call it a nightmare,
Because everything seems so out of reach.

In these nightmares, I scream for my life.
I want to look froward, but I'm losing my sight.
I need to stay sane but I'm losing my mind.
I try to be tough, but even the monsters cry.

I've had enough.
I can't wake up.
And I'm running out of time.