Dreaming

I lay on the floor with a knife inside my gut

When you walk in the door

Seeing crimson running down my gut

You yelped a horrific cry as you try to get me aid

Im sorry for the disappointment

Im sorry for everything

But then I wake up to reality

Am I really ok?

Why do you care so much?

Life us what's killing me

People hate me so much

And I hate me too

No one has to know they say

Don't ever call them

I look at the noose

Before I go for a swing

But then you give me a call to ask me for something again

And then I hang up and then myself

But then I wake up again

A dream that felt all to real

Maybe its a sign to do it

Maybe its what I needed

I write the note and leave it on the fridge

As I look at myself one last time

And I start to cry again

Im sorry for everything

Maybe you would've been better off without me

This isnt for attention but a decision I made

A couple months ago

You tried your best to help me out

But my time has run out

Maybe i'll see you in the next life

But then I woke up again