I hold my little plushie
All over it; my tears
I shutter in silence
As I pull it close in fear
The nightmares; they say,
Are all just in you're head
But as I lie here shaking,
It feels more like I am dead.
So if someone could shake me,
Awake me from these terrors,
I know I would be grateful,
And you would get a bear hug!..

(Don't judge me, my plushie is important ok ok, also I know the rhyming is bad, especially in the last part, my apologizes)