Grief

When I was young, I had night terrors

Awake in cold sweats, just sit there

Hours passed, felt out of body

Sun would show, but night had robbed me

Of all my focus, teachers noticed

Got into mischief, get sent home

Still I'd sit there, all alone

Began to crave that, mind would roam

Now I'm older, worlds colder

Heart grew wiser; disillusioned

I'll die a martyr, but I can't prove that

God they made me feel so useless