The truth is....my nightmares are killing me.
My nightmares are becoming true...I can not stop them from happening.
They happen...every day.
The pain...of seeing my loved ones fade away is killing me.
They get taken from my hands...just like in my nightmares.
Every night I pray...every nght they come.
I try not to close my eyes...but there they are.
The next time...it might be you.
