I’m sorry that you had to see

how strong my memory can be

that the monsters in my nightmares

learned to run through daylight

my dreams are strange and I am wary

of things that don’t exist

there are trapdoors in the basement

blood on my fingertips

I’m sorry I couldn’t say this

but they sewed my lips shut

so I can’t drink them away

so I can’t scream for help

I’ll stay awake in the darkness

and try to dream of something better

that will take the pain away

even if its temporary