the insane dream

their picthing a fit, their screaming and crying. Lord help my soul because I know that

I'm dying. smoke fills the air while we play truth or dare. is that who she is? Dang!

I didn't know she'd be there. in a room by myself, surrounded by walls, don't get to 

close to the edge because you know you might fall. down goes the bottle, your skin 

to the knife, take one more last breath before you take your life. broken glass on the 

floor, and blood on the bed, trust tham enough to put the gun to your head. Wake up!

Wake up! the alarm clock is screaming. take a second to realize you were only dreaming.

This poem is about: 
Me

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