The Dream

The other night I had a dream
It wasn't that long ago, it doesn't seem
I was in my room with a gun
I had decided life wasn't all that fun
I put the pistol to my head
Anxious for the moment that i would soon be dead
But just as I was about to shoot
I took a moment in memory of you
I thought of all the time we've shared
thought about how you always cared
Then I thought back to when I was a kid
When i had problems I ran and hid
But that was back when I was five
now I wish i was never alive
Then you walked into my cold dark room
found me there, about to reach my doom
I turned towards my clothset door
I didn't want to hurt anymore
So I shot myself three times that night
You wouldn't let me die without a fight
I didn't die alone that day
and it wasn't the ending that I prayed
but we were both happy in the end
and it is all cause you are my friend