In My Dreams

I thought writing about my dreams would help them go away.

In my dreams, I am surrounded by closed doors. I hear screaming. I hear crying. Sounds of pain consume my soul. I wither and die inside. These sounds are killing me.

I run through the halls, trying every door. I am desperate to end the pain. I only want to help. The screaming continues.

I never find the person. I can't help.

Several people in my life have been abused: emotionally, physically, and sexually. They can't sleep. They're constantly scared and in pain. I only want to help. I feel so useless.