Nightmares

In my mind monsters creep

And I see twisted bodies

Hanging from ropes they hastily tied on their shower rods
I'm curious, how does it feel floating up there?

Or maybe they're corpses laying on their beds 

Dead from taking too many pills

Now they sleep forever peacefully
No one cared to find them in their slumber

Unable to wake, forgotten by the ones they loved

 

Sometimes they have holes in their heads

The guns they used were loaded with emotions

 The lifetime of emotions they hid
In the end they couldn't help themselves 

Pulled the trigger, gone in a second

 

These are  supposed to be my nightmares
I always awake with a start

My heart laments for these poor fictional characters in my mind

They never had a chance

So why then am I jealous of them?