There I lay. I wait and wait until I can hear the ticking of my clock. I woke up and started crying. I miss my Mom. It's too early. I don't feel like she's dead. It's all a bad dream. It has to be. I just don't know how to wake up yet... Being suicidal and deppresed is hard for me. And it sure as hell doesn't help me when I need to comfort others. But still I do it. I'll keep taking a day at a time and soon hopefully I'll wake up soon. She'll be waiting for me. I know she will. But until I see her again. I'll keep fighting inside this Nightmare. Knowing hopefully I'll wake up one day.
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