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by Paula Jan 18, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I fall asleep I have a dream All I hear Is peoples screams There crowded around me I'm on the floor Knife in my hand My shirt is tore I killed myself It's dreams like these I enjoy the most It hides the pain no one sees Do you ever dream like this Where your dead And your mad when you wake up Because your ALIVE laying in your bed I get them all the time Why can't these dreams be real Why cant others Feel the pain that I feel Please comment or vote
by *tears*
I have had those kinds of dreams. Hang in there. Great poem.