Nothing Is Real Is Me Poem by Qwerty Poems

My favorite thing is sleep
Where nothing is real is me
I'm not at peace or feeling anxiety
I feel nothing because nothing is real is me

I've stopped caring about me.
Why should I, they say I'm a worthless being
Even I have begun to believe
For everyone believes but me.

I'm no longer scared of pain
I'm tortured every day
I've accepted this as my fate
Pain is all I will experience in this place

But how long will death delay?
Why do they enjoy my dismay
They ought to kill me in haste!
For nothing is better than this place.

I wish I could sleep forever
And dream a happy dream
Where I could be lost forever,
Where nothing is real is me