The dream
(major trigger warning and mentions of death.⚠️)
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The endless screams of suffering fill my ears, only one can hear them though because they are my own within my mind, for the last person I loved died in my arms. They died a suffering death since I couldn't put them out of misery I said sorry while crying over and over again they were in pain yet I couldn't help them for I can't help anyone, I'm useless I couldn't even save a friend who was in my arms. I cried for a while before I woke up with pain, loss and guilt in my heart. On that very day I thought about ending the sadness and misery but I put it off because I was a coward although it was the right thing I still felt the emotions that were in my heart, and I feel as if that dream is slowly coming true, in a different way, in a more painful way, not death but having to see the person you lost every day and knowing they don't want anything to do with you. Knowing that they left you, knowing that, your imperfect.