I wake up and scream
And I understand:
It's not just a dream
'Cause it is my past.
It comes every night,
It makes me feel bad,
I turn on the light
And tumble on my bed.
I did it before,
It's done by my hands
A long time ago.
No way to forget.
I did it myself -
Black mark in my life,
I do it again
In every night.
I wake up and scream,
Get up from my bed.
Unlucky to see,
Strong to understand.
3.08.2019, Иву
My past
© Copyright: Эльрида Морозова, 2019
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