I go into the kicthen,
Mothers asleep away in her room,
My dogs are in there too,
I look around theres nobody there to stop me.
I look for a knife,
I pull out a long but sharp knife,
I slowly walk away to my room,
I close the door and lock it shut.
I look into the mirror,
I can not see the real me,
I think and im thinking hard,
I drop the knife and fall to my knees.
I pick it back up,
I deside to end it all now,
I slowly put the knife to my wrist and go back and forth,
I get deeper and deeper with each twist.
I look back in the mirror and see the blood on the floor,
I look down and notice I can hardly breath,
I fall all the way down on the ground,
Behind my door awaits my bloody hell...
I have opened the door,
I await for someone to take me away,
But i now relize that god has come for me,
But you come in and pick me up and awaken me from my bloody sleep.
You take me to the nearest hospital,
They tell the "good" news to my mother and you,
The next week i awaken and see you there,
I look into your eyes and ask why?....
"Why can't i die?..."
"Becasue "god" doesent want you to..."
I then relize that you are god and do not want me to die,
So the next time i had my bloody sleep,
You went with me...
 
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