Nightmares

Waking up sobbing,
face covered in tears.
Sleep only exhausts me,
one night feels like years.
Sometimes the walking dead
appear in my dreams,
I don't want to leave them
but can't bring them back with me.
But usually it's just evil...
gunshots, blades, blood, and gore.
Someone's always chasing me,
there's always locked doors.
I can never see who it is,
yet I can never get away.
My sleeping hours are spent running,
out of breath, screaming... I wake.
I sit here now exhausted,
so sad and don't know why.
I remember the tears upon waking...
it's the only time I can cry.