One Thousand Knives

One thousand knives stab
Deep within me
Never stopping.

A dream I think
As tears start streaming
Down my face.

Seems like enough tears
To fill up a river.

Those knives
Keep stabbing
Never stopping.

I keep trying to breathe air
That just isn’t there.
Living in a world of a never ending nightmare

Replaying in my mind again and again
Living and dying again and again.

By HeatherNorwood

16 years old, lives in massachusetts and studying to speak with the death and share my writing with all. Also Honor student looking Twards being a major in florensics and working through the FBI.