Just began

Blood in one hand
a knife in the other
i slit my wrist slowly
one after the another

you beg my to stop
but i see no reason why
you treat me like shit
so why do you care it i die

just one or two more cuts
and ill be forever counting sheep
just one or two more
and the deal will be complete

but before i can do it my knees become week
i fall to the ground
as i sit there and think

i shot up from my bed
and know it's a dream
like a broken book
being ripped at the seem

i place my hand on my cheek
and see blood on my hand
and then i realize
this dreams just began