Suicide dream

*not true, just what happened to come out when i wrote.*

Sitting in a quiet bed
Getting ready for some sleep
Prepared to lay and count the sheep
With nice calm dreams in my head

Then I hear the screaming
And the tears start pouring out
Going down the same old route
When will tears stop streaming

I walk around and try to vanish
From inside this world of dark
Everything so dim and stark
And fears I cannot banish

Sleep will not come to me
There are horrors in my eyes
No one around to hear my cries
And none are there to see

I get up and walk across
To the desk against the wall
I pull it open and watch it fall
Not so much a loss

Reaching down and picking up
The thing I came here for
Getting ready for it to pour
Unto my well used cup

Placing it up to my wrist
Prepared for what’s to come
Hoping quickly I will numb
As I make a fist

Quickly thoughts run through my brain
And I think about what’s there to lose
Deciding to use my right to chose
Before the blade gets through my vein

Waking up to gasp for breath
It was all a dream
Gone for now it would seem
I have escaped death

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