As he lies on the cracked floor
Listing to the rain he made by hiself
He wonders exactly what went wrong

He thinks its one thing
But then he thinks its
Constantly suck in memories of the past

Feeling so much pain he just wants to slice and dice
Run away so far where no one can see
Hide so deep, so deep no one can hear

He’s been walked on so many times
Been mentally abused by his peers
And his friends

Thinking of a better place
When he realizes he has no where to go
He then got a flash back

He remembered seeing
Some medicine and a fine
Thin fish cutting knife

He lies on the bathroom floor back where he started
His mind racing 100 miles a minute
His heart pounding with fear and relief

He’s screaming to wake his self up
Then it goes calm and it becomes dark
It was over

But was it really just a dream…

 
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