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There’s a growing uneasiness in my soul. It seems as though whenever I gain a small amount of hope, that hope seems to disintegrate the next day. I’ve always been a dreamer; ever since I was small they always told me that I had high hopes and now that I am older, people just tell me to think more realistically. I find myself staring outside my window a lot lately. I choose to lock myself inside; I have become scared of this world. I used to be a night person, but now I cannot wait to see the sunrise, the sun is my safety and so is my poetry. : Slumber: : When I awoke from my nap: It’s hitting me harder each day I thought I could make this feeling go away But I can’t fight my feelings anymore This pain will always reside inside of me One million pounds have been attached to me I have no choice This is what was meant for me I try so hard to get away But I can’t get detached from these troublesome weights I bare it all Every single pound One by one without a sound Without a moan Or even a complaint For I am alone While baring weights of hate I am pushed into a sea As I am linked with pounds of treachery I am now cut I am bruised I was physically abused The salt has seeped into my open wounds It is burning me throughout There is no outlet For I am attached and have no other way The weight of the water is pushing me under I am trying not to give in I am trying to be stronger But the weights are breaking me As the time surpasses My mind collapses The heavy loads have killed me They have shattered my exterior and broken my interior But that’s something no one could see Because I sank to the bottom of the sea