I lay in my bed thinking of deaths delight.
Closing my eyes i drift off without a fright.
In my dreams i get away from all the pain of my day.
Slitting,crying,drugs,anything to numb my pain are in my dreams taunting me as it seems.
I see my self with knife in hand and smiling for once at what i done,the knife falls from my hand as i open my eyes from my suicidal dream to see I'm still alive
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