Nightmare

Mirrors seemed to fail me
I felt I was looking ugly
Fate had never been more twisted
Nobody even cared if I existed
Nothing was right, I hated life
When I curled into bed yesterday.
Soon there were knives hanging
Shakily on the cracked ceiling
Slowly came the eerie breeze
I was so shaken, truly broken
Pushing tonnes on air against my chest
My ribs breaking wanting to breathe.
I wake up gasping like a lightning
Each of my muscles pulsating
Thankful that it was all in my head
Thankful for my hated sorry life.