My dreams have been troubled. I don’t know what to think of them. Normally I would just leave this kind of thing be, but reality is too painful. I have been trying to slip more and more into other realms to get away from the pain.
Pain. I dreamt of pain. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move. I was just sobbing. My skin burned and itched. There was hot, sticky blood everywhere. My body was convulsing. I couldn’t control anything. I saw you there. You walked up to me, and just watched. I tryed to reach out my hand to you, while my other arm clung to my middle because of the pain. You just watched. Your eyes reflected the worry that you expressed. I heard you saying that you wanted to help, but you just watched. You started to cry for me, but you wouldn’t help. I don’t know what to think, because I trust you. I trust that you care about me. You said that no one could pick up the pieces…and no one did…
