I live like any person,
I breathe the air they breathe,
But Not everyone has the feelings I have,
Not everyone Dreams what I dream.
Death is what I dream,
I dream of what it would look like with me on the floor dead,
Would anyone care if they saw me?
Blood coming from my wrist,
Eyes closed like I’m sleeping.
Will I go to heaven?
Will I go to Hell?
For what I have done,
People don’t understand,
Suicide is a part of life,
Depression is a part of life,
It what makes us different,
The way we live our life,
People are scared of Dying,
I just find death a sleep that you never wake up from,
Can death be as bad of the stuff we live through,
War,
People getting abused,
Bullying,
This is what happens in life,
So what happens to us when we die?
Our souls live on,
This makes us still alive for our love ones,
Everyone lives,
Everyone dies,
Just at different times,
And ways.
