A haunting dream

I sit in the corner of a dark dark room,
nothing around,
nothing to see.
all my hopes and dreams start fading away.
i can feel every tear drop roll off my cheeks and splatter as they hit the ground.
one tear for mommy,
one tear for shame,
one for daddy who was never around.
they come pouring out, i can't stop them.
my body starts to tremble,
i can feel a warm liquid running down my wrests into the palms of my nervous hands,
continuing to run off my finger tips.
what liquid is this?
i taste it...it's blood...my blood
the scars on my wrests are opened and i am bleeding once again.
it's not stopping,
why is this happening to me?
as i feel myself start fading,
fading into a sleep that i will never awaken from,
i start screaming for help,
crying, hoping that some one comes,
but no one does, there is no one.
and i am just left here,
abandoned with no hope,
left to be forgotten,
and death is approaching nearer.
with the last breath i have i plead,
" God...dear God...please help."
and i awaken,
back in the comfort of my bed,
in the warmness of my sheets.
i feel the sweat rolling off my back,
and the tears gliding down my cheeks.
i sit up and i see no blood.
it was only a bad dream,
yet the scars on my arms have scabbed...so then was it really just a dream?

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