Suicidal Dreams

I'm sick of life
I'm always sad
I'm hanging on
But I'm really getting mad

I just wish I was happy
One day of my life
I'm sick of cutting slits
With the sharp blade of my knife

I go to bed at night
My brain must just want more
I start to have a dream
of me laying on the floor

Blood all around me
I hear my favorite band
I wake up screaming
With a knife in my hand

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