Dreams of the Past

by Stephanie   Jan 5, 2005


In my hand lies a knife
Just cutting me and ruining my life
My arms are sore from all the cuts
I can't take it anymore, I'm going nuts
My shirts are stained
With all my pain
The knives are dry
But hiding a lie
Watching me suffer must have been hard
I probably left you all very scarred
And as I fall to the ground
I do not make a single sound
I hear a sound from far away
It's the sound of an ambulance coming my way
I hear them say that I'm going to make it
As the pain increases, I can hardly take it
And as I awake in a hospital bed
They were looking at me as if I were dead
I told them I was sorry, that they wouldn't understand
That I was depressed and took life's matters into my own hands
And as I wake up crying and screaming
I notice that I was only dreaming
For I was dreaming of way back
And I will never again be like that

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