Everyday I dream...
Every night I have nightmares...
It seems as if the world around me is trying to tell me something...
I close my eyes and rest my head on my pillows as I slowly drift to sleep...
A flash of both nightmares and non nightmares fill my brain as I here something loud roar through my ears...
I woke up startled to see my mother and father crying as police pushed them away...
Why were they pushing my parents away?
Then I looked down feeling an emptiness feeling...
I saw my body was covered in blood and in my hand was a gun...
How? When? Why?
But then I realized all 3...
How? I was depressed...
When? I was dreaming...
Why? Because I couldn't stand not being able to be happy anymore!
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Suicide Quotes
PoetryI'm mentally unstable right now. And I really need people to comfort me. I just want to get it over with and slit my throat but i don't know what's holding me back.
