I can't sleep anymore.
It feels like I havn't slept in a long long time. Every time I close my eyes I still see the cold forest of last summer.
The place I was so happy to go to at first.
But a dream is always just a nightmare in disguise.
My nightmare shall always haunt me.
I will always remember what happened that summer. And I will never let that be erased from my mind.
So now I can't sleep.
Now I lay awake starring out my window at the busy Brooklyn streets.
Every time I close my eyes I still see the woods.
I still smell the scent of Oakwood and wet grass.
I still feel the rain pouring down on me, pricking my skin. Soaking through my hair and clothes.
But most of all I remember the blood.
Covering my hands and face.
I cried when I first realised it wasn't mine.
My tears mingeling with the blood on my cheeks.
Thats when I stopped sleeping.