wake up

I hate waking up from a bad dream realizing that what I thought was just a bad dream is actually not a dream at all.

It's reality.

It's real.

And the only one that can fix it is God.

No one else can change it.

No one can take it back.

It can't be reversed,

deleted,

or backspaced.

And it sits in your stomach like a piece of lead.

It weighs your heart down like a brick.

Until, for a moment, you forget about it only to search your mind, trying to remember what it was that was weighing heavy on your heart.

Then you remember.

Then you sigh and wish you'd forgotten.