Deep cuts within my wrist
open bleeding soon to heal
another scar
soon to reveal
i dream darkness
i see it to
this pain i feel
points to you
with a knife in my hand
and a letter by my side
no more fake smiling
no more pain to hide
sweet dreams my child
its time for bed
psychotic dreaming
plays in my head
to all the Innocent
this is depression
come back next week
for another lesson.
