Depression and night terrors

scared of the dark, wondering what's behind you
the racing of your heart, the wondering if it'll find you
the knowing that whatever it is it's here and it's out to hurt you
the not showing that you know it's just fear, cos you know that wont work too
you just want someone to give you a hug, to tell you dont be afraid
but you dont just want anyone, you want Them, with them your bed is made
you want them like he wanted her, but she was taken away
you need them like he needed her, you need them here to stay
but you can't stop thinking about how they're not here
and how they never will be
you cant stop yourself from shredding a tear
as you realise that theyre just a dream
but what youre in is a living nightmare, a world with colours so dark,
that everything's shadowy, everything's scary, nothing's here for a laugh
you lie there still and clench your eyes shut and hope for a dreadless sleep
you hope to drift away with a smile on your face, nothing disturbing your pace
but you sigh when you feel that's not the case
as you feel that cool chill brush your face
that haunting sound, not quite a noise
that feeling of presence, that desperate choice
to wake your mum up just so youre not alone
to shake her shoulders till she lets out a groan
her troublesome daughter's at it again
she doesnt even try, is this ever gonna end?
she could put more effort into shutting her eyes
she could quieten down her terror filled cries
but she wont cos she cant and she would if she could
but she doesn't know what she's scared of and she should
be able to at least explain herself?
but she cant, all she knows is shes not someone else
not someone pretty or witty or smart
not that much talent, but a very big heart
she feels what others feel and her obsession with death
haunts her at the night, gives her mind no rest
it's like inside her is the parent, of every lost young girl
of every boy, every child, not growing old in this world
their horrified eyes pierce her at night
she screams and she shakes and wakes up with a fright
cos she knows what shes told and shes told it aint real
but deep inside, that's not what she feels
all she wants is to be normal again
all she wants is you to be her friend
and all she wants
is a happy end
♠ ♠ ♠
bleugh
not a poem either just a
idek expression of thoughts? this is really personal lol
someone asked me to describe what i go through at night when i have those hallucinations and this is how i answered idk
and the 'you want them like he wanted her' part is about sophie lancaster and her boyfriend who she was beaten up with for looking like a goth - but sadly she lost her life